Black guitar

The black guitar, she can’t produce a sound Mute notes of a melancholic memory Chords of a ruined past It was built with rising anger from hell Painted with tears of pain Stringed with damned chains The black guitar, a cloudy past She conqueror many souls Without making a sound It was played by great…

Her voice

Beautiful melodies find their way easier on the cold wind Her voice was both, beautiful and cold Her tragic song reached my ears, a painful shadow of grace That’s how my heart went both, ignite and broken Music was all I had when I walked on this world Music was all she had on the…

Music before the storm

Can you hear that? It is music… But it’s crying Every single note is a remembrance of a pouring rain Music sounding thru the rocky horizon Hopeless, fancy for a pristine beauty Eager for some balance, for an unperfected symmetry Eternal contradiction… Eternal embrace…

TANTO AMOR

Es tan grande su camino que se pierde como un titulo robado a una canción del pasado, o a un cuento antiguo escrito en lenguaje moderno. Es una historia contada en tierna tragedia, es tu luz refulgiendo en tu propia obscuridad, es un idioma de dos, es un ataque de celos en silencio o un…

El cisne

Tenía años sin saber de él, la verdad es que prácticamente era un recuerdo borroso en mi mente al cual acudía cada vez menos. Al principio me sentía muy culpable y triste por eso, me costaba aceptar que nuestras promesas de estar por siempre juntos no se cumplieran. Estuvimos casados poco tiempo, algunas veces se…

Music box

It feels like a small but gentle sunbeam A warm and pale touch of melancholy Everywhere I go your voice comes to my memory Little words, simple thoughts… Bright ideas Would you sing to me until the end of times? Would you help me remember how to smile? Can you keep forever the music that…

Merciful string

Merciful string, sing to me beautifully Give some rest to my troubled soul Help me write this melody for her So she can remind all the times we shared Merciful string, wake my talent up Be my partner in crime I just want to delight her I just want to move her with my music…

Musical hallucinations

Same notes over and over again A weak spark of colours in between the pace Same two notes sounding, same two notes whispering I was lying on my bed, the streets were calm, there was no rain But then, the same strange sound, it was made by an odd instrument Not a voice or a…

Invisible…

Me gusta ser invisible, estoy escondido sin 
ocultarme, estoy muerto pero respiro, escucho, pienso y me 
desvanezco…

Music from my past

There was a time when I used to play all day I was able to create my feelings instead of just suffering them Sounds were brighter then… The world seemed quieter then… Those were my days in music, a little bit chaotic, a little bit happier Music from my past, now turn to dust of…