La noche amenazaba las aguas, que perdían su color. El gris oscuro empezaba a pintar las rocas. Pero tú brillabas entre las aguas, mezclando el blanco con el rojo y el amarillo. Eras la luz. Eras el motivo para fijarme en el brillo. Eras la diferencia entre tanta imperfección.
The night it was threatening the waters, which were losing his color. The dark gray one was starting painting the rocks. But you were shining between the waters, mixing the white with the red one and the yellow one. You were the light. You were the motive for concentrating on the sheen. You were the difference between so many blemish.