I, apparently, have WAY too much free time! For some reason I thought I would try this-pretty literal though-I'm not a poet!
And you are like a breath of air
A bubble that fills with rare foolishness.
A bubble of wind enormously swollen with night, blown up and (azhincada#) of the night,
Disfigured and grown large with smoke,
Full of* emptiness and fear.
And you listen as someone slowly recounts their hours.
And there you must surrender the heart that loved,
An eye that watched and an ear that heard,
The mouth that laughed and was glad
And you must surrender the valley with its clouds, the air with its breezes,
The river, the hatred, the tears.
#I think maybe this is written wrong-I can’t find it
*I think this is the word you mean-see Angel's post below
azucar!