I laugh

Dark clouds chased by the wind-
Opressive clouds like the torment of waiting-
And the sky seems drunk by the raging dance
Of the forbidden love's ravens,
In search of corpses of dreams.

Sometimes I wish I was suave,
To indulge myself in a syrupy melodrama,
To make sweet compares,
To say that the sky is crying
And its tears mix with mine on my cheeks,
I would like to spoil myself and seem helpless...

But...
I laugh like crazy, running
Through this cold rain that washes the ashes of words;
I laugh
Because I cried all my tears at the memories' grave
And instead of you and me makes two,
I chose to fight for me and myself makes one.