What is writing

What is writing when you have no soul?
That pain, that hole that rips away
My chest.
For what is writing when there is
No reason left to write?
What is writing when you're empty,
Nothing but a void?
And what is life without the written word?
What is life? What is life?

Aquel dolor

Es aquel dolor,
Navajas en mi pecho,
Es rojo, vivo,
Se desborda imparable,
Implacable,
Cual lluvia de tormentos,
Tormenta de sentir
Por mi rostro ensombrecido,
Manchando de rojos
Y de azules
Aquel santuario,
El que tu habitaste
Y en el que yo viví.