Penelope

Fluid is the night which I plunge in,La noche es fluida en la que me sumerjo,

Coloured by the sunset, enlightened by the moon.Coloreada por el atardecer, iluminada por la luna.

I weave weft of dreamsTejo tramas de sueños

Erasing them with reality,Borrándolos con la realidad,

I wait for DeathEspero a la Muerte

That will come from the sea.Que vendrá del mar.

I grow flowers watering themHago crecer flores regándolas

With blood and I destroy themCon sangre y las destruyo

With the look of someone who has seenCon la mirada de alguien que ha visto

And knows too much,Y sabe demasiado,

They read a world in me,Leen un mundo en mí,

In me they perceive the dream,En mí perciben el sueño,

Roads of sea, houses of clouds,Caminos de mar, casas de nubes,

I weave, and my thread is Death.Tejo, y mi hilo es la Muerte.