Carlos Ojeda

Risa loca.

Risa loca.

 

Con su risa loca

mi alma se dio por servida

había espacio de sobra

para sembrar ilusiones

mi cansancio termina

mi sed se apaga

y con el eco de su voz

me enamora.

 

 

Crazy laughter.

 

With her wild laughter,

Ciudad oh my soul felt fully satisfied;

there was ample room

to sow dreams— my weariness comes to an end,

my thirst is quenched,

and with the echo of her voice,

she makes me fall in love.