Deceptive cadence

Musical words from the boundaries of depression Troubled roads before my eyes A bit of sadness here, another there Switching colors between blame and joy Searching for the next betrayed feeling… Searching for a real compromise with desolation.

Saturn

This is our trip back from Saturn Of course, something is wrong Of course, we are going to die So, with my last chance, I choose to ask… May I lean on your shoulder? Just for a second, just for the rest of our lives…

She

She promised she wouldn’t write any more At least for a year, at least for a lifetime But here she is searching for beauty amongst words and tears She promised she wouldn’t cry any more At least for today, at least until her own death Anyway, this are melancholic times and death is blind and…

Little madnesses

Little lifeless creatures playing within my mind Funny looking monsters born from the terrible seed They toy around with my emotions The joke is on them, I have no illusions Boneless freaks feeding on a sick heart Little they care if I die they came here to hang around Dark drop from a blinded eye…

En la orilla de la profundidad del miedo

¡Maldito embustero! Hoy me doy cuenta de como marcaste mi destino Te escondías en la capa de mi soledad y atacabas desde las sombras Me convertiste en un alma temblorosa sin camino Quiero llamarle cobarde al miedo, pero es mentira, es valiente y astuto Es un fantasma eterno que aparece condo no lo nombras Que…

Laberintos

Los laberintos de la muerte y el olvido son parecidos, de echo tienen los mismos cimientos, fueron plantados con la misma semilla y sus paredes tienen el mismo tono de negro. Ambos son terribles, sórdidos e indescifrables. Créeme cuando te lo digo, no se puede salir, he estado ahí, de echo sigo atrapado entre sus…

The uninspired

Is it true? Does the poet died over his typewriter? Was his poem any good? Good enough for me to steal it and make a living out of it? Oh, look at this! No widow, no lover, family or children. This an opportunity right? I mean, he is dead, he doesn’t need a poem! And…

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…

Mathematics don’t lie

Empty mind = hollow heart Hollow heart = broken soul Broken soul = poems undone Deception = miss understanding Miss understanding = disagreement Disagreement = disappointment Love = beauty Beauty = sensitivity Sensitivity = melancholy Melancholy = loneliness.

The end is near

It is time, the end is near It’s true, I’m not feeling any fear But a great sadness instead Will you take my hand for one last time? Or will you run away and never come back Maybe really it’s time to look ahead.