Ya no quiero el amor

I have had two great loves in my life.

The first greeted my soul in English.

Easy, natural, comforting, safe.

The warmth of those nights fills my memory.

But tears are pushed from the brink of my eyes

When those thoughts have taken up too much room.

El segundo era como el español

Despacio, apasionado, difícil de amar.

Con todo mi poder, traté entenderlo.

El espacio en mi corazón y alma,

Llena con la confianza en este amor.

Este. Este.

Next time, we say.

Next time will be different.

Next time will be real.

This will be my time.

This will be the one.

We blame the last one for what went wrong.

They took our happy ending.

They took our opportunity.

They will realize how great we were.

They will realize what love felt like.

They might forget we existed.

They might wish we never did.

El olvido de la memoria

Es el deseo del alma.

La opción soltar de todo

Parece buena si no te quedas con nada.

Olvidar es salvar

Y salvarnos es todo que quedamos para el próximo.

Ya no quiero el amor.

No creo en el poder de su belleza,

Ni en la magia de sentir algo,

Ni en la confianza que siempre hay un fin

Ni en mi mismo para encontrarlo sin llorar.

Ya no quiero el amor.

Love has ripped itself into two bodies:

One the world has taken from me,

And another that threw me away.