La soledad (en inglés)

La soledad
I was walking in the park
, And saw that she was alone on a bench
I went to her and she was crying,
I asked the reason for his crying
said nothing and continued crying
I got up and went the other way
I thought hearing his voice saying something,
look behind and I was calling.

Loneliness, loneliness is unique and constant
and the worst is that no one,
to talk of love,
beating at every moment,
for his heart,
not met anyone
heat it.
With slow me closer to her
and lovingly tended him my hand,
I doubt it for a moment
and finally collapsed in my arms,
I was remembering her past
and coinsidia with my feelings,
they are like two drops of water
that spring to hit the mirror.
Loneliness, loneliness is unique and constant
and the worst is that no one,
to talk of love,
beating at every moment,
for his heart,
not met anyone
heat it.