Where did I go?

…..

La nieve  roza mi mejilla 

Sentimientos a flote  

Vuelan en el aire

Se lo lleva el viento

En la arociada de la tempestad.

La noche ha Caido 

Vago sin Alma bajo los copos de nieve

Trayendo Una rafaga de sentimientos

Mi cuerpo andando por el pavimento 

No hay nadie en la Calle

Solo yo y mi Soledad

Solo la noche y la luna

Mi Alma de doblega 

Entre aullidos  sozobroza

Temblando Mirando al cielo

Alguien Que me pueda escuchar

Donde me Perdi?

En Que momento Perdi mi Luz?

…..

The snow slices across my cheek—

a cold whisper, almost tender,

yet sharp enough to remind me

that I am still alive… somehow.

My feelings rise, drowning me,

spiraling upward only to be torn apart

by the merciless breath of the storm.

Night has swallowed the world.

I drift through it like a ghost—

a hollow shell beneath the falling ash of snow,

carrying a storm inside my chest

that no one sees,

that no one could survive.

My footsteps crumble along the pavement.

The street lies abandoned—

no heartbeat, no echo but mine.

Only me,

my loneliness wrapped around my spine,

and the moon staring down

like a silent witness to my unraveling.

My soul bends, cracks,

collapsing under the weight

of all the unspoken screams

that haunt the spaces between my ribs.

I tremble, looking up,

searching the heavens with broken eyes,

begging for someone—anyone—

to hear the last whisper of my heart.

Where did I vanish?

At what cruel moment

did my light falter and die,

leaving me wandering

through this frozen night

with nothing but my own shadow

to keep me from disappearing completely?

……….

……….

The snow brushes against my cheek—

cold, gentle, merciless.

My feelings rise like fragile sparks,

drifting into the night

only to be torn away

by the ruthless breath of the storm.

Darkness has fallen.

I wander hollow-hearted beneath the swirling flakes,

carrying a storm inside me

far fiercer than the one in the sky.

My footsteps drag along the pavement.

The street is empty—

no voices, no warmth,

only me and this loneliness

that clings to my ribs like frost.

Only the night. Only the moon.

And my soul, bending and breaking,

collapsing beneath the weight of silent howls

that no one else can hear.

I tremble as I gaze upward,

searching the heavens for someone—anyone—

who might still hear my cry.

Where did I lose myself?

At what unforgiving moment

did my light burn out

and leave me wandering

in the cold?

…….

…….

The snow grazes my cheek,

and rising feelings drift upward—

weightless, trembling,

carried off by the wind

into the silver breath of the storm.

Night has descended.

I roam, soul-hollow, beneath the falling flakes,

a silent traveler wrapped in a whirlwind of emotion.

My body moves along the pavement—

empty streets, no footsteps but my own.

Only me and my loneliness,

only the night and the moon.

My soul bends low,

sinking beneath the echo of distant howls,

shivering as I lift my eyes to the sky.

Is there anyone left to hear me?

Where along the road did I lose myself?

At what moment did my light slip away?