Ya has vuelto/ YOu are back

Pen'e que aqu'i me olvidar'ia de ti. Pens'e que aqu'i no tendr'ias influencia sobre mi vida. Pens'e que podr'ia tener una vida normal, ser una m'as, lejos de ti.
Pero no puedo. Ni la distancia, ni el tiempo, nada te puede arrancar de m'i. Soy t'u.. Eres yo. Eres parte de lo que he sido, de lo que soy, de lo que ser'e. Y est'as ah'i presente, irremediablemente, en cada cosa que hago.
De nuevo vuelves a m'i, y cada vez lo haces con m'as fuerza. Cada vez que vuelves el lugar que ocupas en mi vida es m'as grande. Y yo quisiera poder olvidarte, expulsarte. Pero no puedo, porque eres mi camino, eres mi paz, mi tranquilidad...Tus promesas de tiempos mejores de felicidad me capturan.
Ni el tiempo, ni la distancia han podido borrar tu influencia. Tu sombra se enreda entre los edificios de Nueva York, oscurece el Hudso River, es m'as larga y oscura que la del Empire, se asienta en el.
Lo sab'ias desde el principio, que me visitar'ias en Nueva York. Y tu llegada me ha trae ese sabor a algo conocido, a mi misma, a esa yo que nunca desaparece del todo aunque se diluya entre las calles de Nueva York. Y me hace sentirme como en casa. Y me hace reencontrarme con aquello de lo que, vaya donde vaya, no puedo huir.

I thought I would forget about you here. I thought that here, you would not have any influence over my life. I thought I would be able to have a normal life, be just one more in the crowd, away from you.
But I can’t. Neither distance not time, nothing can root you out of my life. I am you. You are me. You are part of what I have been, of what I am , of what I will become. And you are there, unavoidably present in everything I do.
Once more you come back to me, and each time you do it more strongly. And each time you come back the place you occupy in my life is bigger. And I would like to be able to forget about you, to vanish you for ever. But I can’t, because you are the way to follow, you are my peace, my tranquillity…Your promises of better times full of happiness capture me.
Neither time, nor distance have been able to erase your influence. Your shadow gets entangled in the buildings of New York , darkening the Hudson river. It is longer and gloomier than the Empire’s, it settles on it.
You knew it, from the beginning, that you would come to visit me in New York. And your arrival brings me that familiar taste of something of my own, a taste of myself, of that “me” that never disappears totally even when it gets dissolved in the streets of New York. And it makes me feel like home. It makes me meet again that from which, no matter where I go, I can’t run away.