El dolor del adiós

Entre las penumbras del tiempo, su sombrío destino lo acompaña Nada se detiene, nada se mueve… el cielo comienza a estallar La incredulidad es la venda, el miedo el arma, el destino el cazador Te vas sin decir adiós, ni una palabra, ni una mirada… nada Entre las olas te escapas, te disfrazas de tormenta…

A flower for the moon

She is standing with the last shade of colors on her grasp The moon is shining, shining goodbye Tomorrow night she’ll be gone Turned pale and wither Faded into dust Dragged by the wind Gone… The moon is shining With all her love It’s time to be alone again Goodbye to life’s fragrance No flower…

Limbo

Mentiría si dijera que estamos atrapados Simplemente estamos en el limbo Estamos los unos y también están los otros Nadie sabe que decir porque nadie tiene rostro No estamos acorralados, simplemente no hay a donde ir   Aquí las dimensiones y el tiempo no existen Todos son fragmentos rotos de pasados dolorosos Tampoco hay lágrimas……

Look! A flower for you…

I have this picture of a flower for you In your darkest hour, you and I will meet Maybe from afar, maybe side by side Anyway, we will have something to share I have this picture of a flower for you Keep it in your mind until the end Try to understand what does this…

Obsessions / fixations

Obsessions may not bring the proper fixations The same poison running with determination Over and over the same situations Never with purpose always with a obstinate reflection Is it true? Was our beautiful love a living hell for you? Something I never knew Something that should never had grew I tried to be tender, to…

Take a look

.rorrim eht dniheb ssenlufecarg eht yb dewodashrevo syawla era seye lufituaeB

Music from the past

Music from afar Pictures of distant places Paints from all the countries we visited Old memories New memories Broken memory We are a shade of what we used to be We are a landscape darkened by a melancholic mist We unspoked the same words We unfulfilled the same vows Distant places Fading notes Sadened sun…

My life as a wino

Hidden behind the deep grey clouds is a pure moon shining proudly at the night’s last whisper At the cold cold bottom, nothing is meant to last, no joy, no fear, no pain nor laughter. Dogs barking vaguely, afar, disjointed words of condescending people find no ears no echo. I can’t remember who I was…

Almas pasajeras

Te robo tus ropas en el lago del recuerdo Te dejo tu confianza en el mar de las contradicciones Nunca volveremos a bañarnos juntos embelesados con la lujuria Somos almas pasajeras en esta tenue ventisca   Es el mediodía de mi existencia El camino de vuelta a casa es cuesta abajo Prefiero escalar… Prefiero sufrir…

Locked inside her heart

I can’t even remember her name right now I must have past in the couch again Where does she went? She had vanish in the mist Walked with no echo Cried without a tear   Has she become this playful ghost that turns the light on and off? Is she the one that closes the…