jueves, 18 de diciembre de 2008

Canto de Cuna de un Ángel

Deja las ilusiones volar,
que sus alas se extiendan ante tus ojos.
Saber que el silencio dejó de callar
y ahora te canta canciones al oído...

Siente un calor que te hiele la piel,
que te caliente el corazón con un copo de nieve.
Una flama de los colores del arco iris,
y que al final, encuentres tu olla con oro.

Vuela, cruza las planicies de tu alma
montada en un ave fantástica
hecha de sueños y tu voz.

Siente la lluvia alimentar tu cuerpo,
las nubes acariciando tu cabello.
Se consciente del frío de las montañas,
del calor de los volcanes.

Deja que tus ojos se alimenten
con el festín del paisaje que solo tú te has creado.
Vuela, cruza las planicies de tu alma
montada en un ave fantástica
hecha de sueños y tu voz...

Wish

Oh, how I wish she felt the way this feels. The way I have to stand strong and fight this decaying feeling... I wish she knew how much it hurts to see, to hear, to read, to know... I wish she knew how hard it is to maintain this silence, to keep my thoughts to myself...

I wish she knew how hard it is to feel this way, to have this desire of keeping her imprisoned... No one understands you, not even yourself. That's what's got you so fucking down. Make up your mind: you take your risks, or you go into the prison along with her...

A Place In My Chest

No, I won't back down on this
This is my time, this is my place
This is my way to be

No! I can't lose myself like this
Travelling up and down with this
This thing that's killing me

And I can't find whatever is inside me
No, I can't seem to wake up from this nightmare

Leave this cursed place alone
Leave this box inside my chest
Yes, I know, a heart should be in there
But I can't find
A reason to put it back in place

Sometimes I feel like I am walking the edge of the line
I know I should have stopped a while ago

There's nothing that I hate more
Than having this inside my chest
This box, with a bullet and a knife

Leave this cursed place alone
Leave this box inside my chest
Yes, I know, a heart should be in there
But I can't find
A reason to put it back in place

Left to cry inside my head
Left to bleed inside my mind
Crawling and crying and screaming...

Leave this cursed place alone
Leave this box inside my chest
Yes, I know, a heart should be in there
But I can't find
A reason to put it back in place

A Letter To Myself

Dear me:

I know, no one's ever taught us what to do in these cases. How would I know? Of all the things we could have expected, this one was the least we could've thought about. What a letdown... Sometimes, I know you feel like being pinned under glass. Trapped inside a circle you just can't escape, cuz the outside world is completely unknown to you. Feels like our sky of honey-dripping fantasies is crashing down on us. Letdown...

Now you see your illusion exposing all around you, letting people see it, taste it, trying to figure out how it feels like, when a few days ago you didn't have to worry about it. Yes, I know how you are feeling like, because I am you. The same tears are about to shed off my eyes too.

But firmly make your decision. Firmly. Don't let a single threat of letdown change your mind. You've made it up, haven't you? If not, you really have to, cuz you'll be just one more weak motherfucker out there. That's the last thing you need. Especially right now. Weakness, jealousy, anger... Get ahold of yourself. Pity is not in your qualities list. So come on, I am telling you: you can make it. Just don't lose control.

Yours truly,
Myself.