"Shadow" by Ricardo Jaimes Freyre 

Oh, how cold is your hand! You laugh?? Why are you laughing?
Your teeth collide. There's something strange in your eyes. Your looks
cut like daggers. It hurts your laughter,
I dread the cold of your stark hand:

Let me escape! The painful night has us already surrounded
with the fright of its shadows ... There is an abyss at my feet.
There is a clamor at the bottom of the abyss. Darkness
gathers on the flanks of the mountain cleft.

Oh, this is not your hand! Why does the cold of this hand
penetrates me right to my bones? Why does a scythe
shines over my forehead ...? Can't you hear that vague beat,
coming smooth and soft, like the echo of distant music?
Oh, how sad is that rhythm that sighs in my ears
and leads my eyes to the bitterness of my tears!
Oh, how sad is that rhythm! Let me mourn. Oh, let me
kneel! Maybe my lips know a prayer.

I am cold. I am afraid. Those shadows moving
are ghosts intertwining at the brink...
Do not drag me... I'm frightened... I fear the abyss.
Let me flee... The flesh is already separating from my bones...

Oh, that spectrum comes towards me with outstretched arms,
absorbing with his eyes my scorched pupils!
My hands are stiff now, my eyes are dry
and the wail of the chasm calls, cold and dreary.
Lets go then. Can you see how the chain of ghosts
pushes detached links to the bottom of the top?
Come on now. Take me. I feel the beat of my veins
adjust to the rhythm of the distant music;
sweet and sad rhythm, swaying in the darkness
harmonizing with my weights the caress of his wings,
like a skiff
swinging in
the waves.
Gently ... Slowly
by the soft
fugitives
movement
going extinct
on the beach.
undulating in the dark,
the ghosts chain in its obscure dance...
Lets enter now the depths of night and horror ...
Oh, the love! Oh, the happiness! Oh, the joy!

Oh, the hope!