A cloud breaks in the room
i can feel the rain
pooring down on your old books
your broken smiles turning into tears
and even if you run all day
and run all night
wouldn't be enough
to get as far
these are walls my dear
time stained walls
where my words will fill up
a dirge of sorts
till the day you get up
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Endless.
Looking for the right anwers
is like drowning slowly
Dying as i float back
into the calm seas
and my hand stretches
for the light up in the sky
i can't tell you why
but i feel this is the goodbye.
is like drowning slowly
Dying as i float back
into the calm seas
and my hand stretches
for the light up in the sky
i can't tell you why
but i feel this is the goodbye.
Monday, September 07, 2009
Walking the same road once again...
Me despierto para encontrar,
Un sol ciego
Esperanzado de recibir
Un poco de compacion.
Pero en cambio
Se alzan los viejos gigantes grises
Hambrientos de vida propia
Los oigo rechinar.
Y es en este mismo momento
Cuando veo las pequeñas sombras aladas
Los trucos de luz
De aquel azaroso titiritero.
Buscando dejarnos al desnudo
Moviendo las manos
Para hipnotizarnos y distraernos
De tantos golpes asestados.
Tiembla el cuerpo,
Se ha enturbiado su entretenimiento
Ya no hay vividas ilusiones
En las cuales ahogarse
Sera por esto,
Dios mio,
Que te pido que arrastres contigo
El eden perdido
Que lo arranques de cuajo
Y se lo entregues a los astros lejanos
Ya no hay lugar en este cuarto
Para tanta deidad.
Marchitanos,
Hasta el punto en que seamos
Una hoja meciendose
En el crudo invierno,
El recuerdo intenso
De cuanto podemos perder
Al escupir nuestros cuerpos
Prohibiendoles ser tu habitat.
Tengo miedo mi señor
De que el sueño sea una realidad
Pesadilla del demonio
Donde la serpiente ha mordido
Nuestro corazon...
[Si existes en algun rincon
No nos dejes caer en la tentacion
De ser tu peor creacion.]
Un sol ciego
Esperanzado de recibir
Un poco de compacion.
Pero en cambio
Se alzan los viejos gigantes grises
Hambrientos de vida propia
Los oigo rechinar.
Y es en este mismo momento
Cuando veo las pequeñas sombras aladas
Los trucos de luz
De aquel azaroso titiritero.
Buscando dejarnos al desnudo
Moviendo las manos
Para hipnotizarnos y distraernos
De tantos golpes asestados.
Tiembla el cuerpo,
Se ha enturbiado su entretenimiento
Ya no hay vividas ilusiones
En las cuales ahogarse
Sera por esto,
Dios mio,
Que te pido que arrastres contigo
El eden perdido
Que lo arranques de cuajo
Y se lo entregues a los astros lejanos
Ya no hay lugar en este cuarto
Para tanta deidad.
Marchitanos,
Hasta el punto en que seamos
Una hoja meciendose
En el crudo invierno,
El recuerdo intenso
De cuanto podemos perder
Al escupir nuestros cuerpos
Prohibiendoles ser tu habitat.
Tengo miedo mi señor
De que el sueño sea una realidad
Pesadilla del demonio
Donde la serpiente ha mordido
Nuestro corazon...
[Si existes en algun rincon
No nos dejes caer en la tentacion
De ser tu peor creacion.]
Monday, August 31, 2009
Bonjour madame, adieu mademoiselle
I didn't know i could be so damn lonely
And tonight the winds do blow cold
Without your arms around me
As far as the day goes
This is the ticking time
The moment in wich
I need you to kiss me
And tonight the winds do blow cold
Without your arms around me
As far as the day goes
This is the ticking time
The moment in wich
I need you to kiss me
Friday, July 31, 2009
Sand and mercury
Se derrama entre mis dedos
Escapa,
Presdigita los soles hambrientos
Y detras mio se encumbran mis humanidades perdidas
No quiero perderme
Esconder las manos e inerte
Comentar de mi truco errado
Vuelvo a mirar las huellas del mar
De la manera en que se atreve
Desaparezco en el
Me hundo a lo profundo
Y alli clamo por ti:
Eres la rosa roja del jinete negro?
Si fueses mis recintos
Y descansase en ti...
Que sonidos llegan hasta aqui?
Cuanta ausencia has derramado
Vistiendo las paredes
De la palida locura
Que ni siquiera a carcajadas
Puedo mirar detras
Dejenme
Que se escurra
Es el viento que me besa
Lo que se lleva mis mañanas
Cual risco o piedra
Siento el tiempo llegar.
[Silencio]
Marioneta, ya no ejerces tu mueca ritual!
Que se apiaden de ti,
Ya no hay voces en tu vientre
Que te puedan salvar!
Escapa,
Presdigita los soles hambrientos
Y detras mio se encumbran mis humanidades perdidas
No quiero perderme
Esconder las manos e inerte
Comentar de mi truco errado
Vuelvo a mirar las huellas del mar
De la manera en que se atreve
Desaparezco en el
Me hundo a lo profundo
Y alli clamo por ti:
Eres la rosa roja del jinete negro?
Si fueses mis recintos
Y descansase en ti...
Que sonidos llegan hasta aqui?
Cuanta ausencia has derramado
Vistiendo las paredes
De la palida locura
Que ni siquiera a carcajadas
Puedo mirar detras
Dejenme
Que se escurra
Es el viento que me besa
Lo que se lleva mis mañanas
Cual risco o piedra
Siento el tiempo llegar.
[Silencio]
Marioneta, ya no ejerces tu mueca ritual!
Que se apiaden de ti,
Ya no hay voces en tu vientre
Que te puedan salvar!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Look after those you lose.
Secrets
Dark secrets
Buried behind the house
Neverland and other fairytales
Who keeps them away?
Show me the things no one can see
Keep me alive
Forever young
In a endless dream.
[i break the mirror to be reborn]
Welcome my throath
To the words
You'll teach me to say
Let the light go gentle
And deep in the woods of the night
Our souls sink their weary wings
Call the guardians
Tell them the king here goes by
All doors now must open for me!
If you do not,
How will you believe,
How will you dream?
Because of their singing
The celestial ones
Must keep going on
Nay, not here we'll lay
For the throne is ment for one
And only one
Is it sorrow
What conveys in here
For their lonesome lives
Lighten up now thy smile
The muse is here again
She gentily sleeps
Wrapped in golden robes
She sinks into the tapestry
Of our nightsky
Look for her
As i was born to the kingdom of earth
Still can i long for that celestial roads
Haste now!
Cast thy threads of silk
And entwine our hearts
If we dormant become
May we dream of silver clouds
Were only she can shine.
[Sephir, walk my ways, for old has become my wounded corpse]
Strange my lord, it is futile to persist, you are never to say goodbye.
Why is it that?
Dark secrets
Buried behind the house
Neverland and other fairytales
Who keeps them away?
Show me the things no one can see
Keep me alive
Forever young
In a endless dream.
[i break the mirror to be reborn]
Welcome my throath
To the words
You'll teach me to say
Let the light go gentle
And deep in the woods of the night
Our souls sink their weary wings
Call the guardians
Tell them the king here goes by
All doors now must open for me!
If you do not,
How will you believe,
How will you dream?
Because of their singing
The celestial ones
Must keep going on
Nay, not here we'll lay
For the throne is ment for one
And only one
Is it sorrow
What conveys in here
For their lonesome lives
Lighten up now thy smile
The muse is here again
She gentily sleeps
Wrapped in golden robes
She sinks into the tapestry
Of our nightsky
Look for her
As i was born to the kingdom of earth
Still can i long for that celestial roads
Haste now!
Cast thy threads of silk
And entwine our hearts
If we dormant become
May we dream of silver clouds
Were only she can shine.
[Sephir, walk my ways, for old has become my wounded corpse]
Strange my lord, it is futile to persist, you are never to say goodbye.
Why is it that?
Thursday, June 04, 2009
The Protoss Invasion - squetch part one
quickly i ran for cover
the whole city was bursting in flames, none of my fellow comrads could be seen anywhere. yes, i was alone, facing the terrible destruction that the alien invasors provoked. like a rain of fire their battleships stormed our defenses. our weak turrets little could do against the heavy siege machenry aboard the ships. all hell break loose
the matriarch's palace and the quarters falleth first
soon after the citizens side of the city was engulfed by the dark clouds of death upon them.
skirmishes all along the place prevented us from organized defense. they stroke with intensity and mercyless rage.
i still cannot tell how i was alive, as i was in the battlefront, engaging the first wave of invasors
when something came down, something big and menacing. a battle suit for the protoss
one of their war machines. that thing took a whole company without much swet.
So i ran, they were all running, i guess i'm one of the few who rant faster.
if one wasn't enought, three more came down from the aircrafts upon us. two of them gathered around the sattelital anthemn and bring it down
no comunications avalaible for us.
that's it
the end, zero surviving chances.
much of the rest is still dizzy
through dark corners and alleys i got to this place
and old house in the beggar's district
i wasn't all alone, the handicaped and the "less favoured" where still around, why would you try to save a life that condemns you?
looking through the crystal with them
we saw the attackers proclaiming a victory out of a massacre
a goddamn massacre
the whole city was bursting in flames, none of my fellow comrads could be seen anywhere. yes, i was alone, facing the terrible destruction that the alien invasors provoked. like a rain of fire their battleships stormed our defenses. our weak turrets little could do against the heavy siege machenry aboard the ships. all hell break loose
the matriarch's palace and the quarters falleth first
soon after the citizens side of the city was engulfed by the dark clouds of death upon them.
skirmishes all along the place prevented us from organized defense. they stroke with intensity and mercyless rage.
i still cannot tell how i was alive, as i was in the battlefront, engaging the first wave of invasors
when something came down, something big and menacing. a battle suit for the protoss
one of their war machines. that thing took a whole company without much swet.
So i ran, they were all running, i guess i'm one of the few who rant faster.
if one wasn't enought, three more came down from the aircrafts upon us. two of them gathered around the sattelital anthemn and bring it down
no comunications avalaible for us.
that's it
the end, zero surviving chances.
much of the rest is still dizzy
through dark corners and alleys i got to this place
and old house in the beggar's district
i wasn't all alone, the handicaped and the "less favoured" where still around, why would you try to save a life that condemns you?
looking through the crystal with them
we saw the attackers proclaiming a victory out of a massacre
a goddamn massacre
Friday, May 08, 2009
Bacchante.
Realmente.
Lo digo en serio
Realmente, no tengo miedo
De que seas mi inspiracion.
Que te hayas tragado todos los dioses que me quedaban
Y aun asi, yo, recordando,
Me encuentre con la fe requisada
Y te digo, que aun con la piel desnuda
Me perdono tanta sangre, tanto miedo
Quien lo diria!
Que aun te saboreo
Te encuentro imperdible a mi paladar
Y quien me daria titulos y cosas con que aferrarte!
Quien me pintaria los cuadros precisos?
Pobre infeliz, remiendo de ser humano
Excusa de hombre!
Hasta donde te vas a hundir?
Cuanto vas a meter las manos en la mierda?
Terminas sacando siempre lo mismo
Siempre te hiere la misma astilla
Son las mismas escamas, la palabreria de siempre
El otoño exacto
Es todo igual
Tiene otra cara
Mas pintura
Tal vez, menos ladrillos
Pero es lo mismo
No te engañes, ni me engañes
Que sigo viendo las mismas calles
Tan vacias y podridas
Nada de esto me deberia importar
Si total, quien las camina?
Yo no ando nadando en el frio
Y ciertamente, yo no te voy a encontrar en un inviern olvidado
Entonces, de que me sirve?
Si es solo por el gusto
De una vibracion tenua
Algo que destila el cuerpo
Y el alma lo lleva
Sera la timidez?
Que pasara por este cerebro carcomido?
O las pupilas dilatadas
Sera la cocaina?
El tabaco?
Una cerveza?
Sera dios?
Que me golpea
Y me zarandea
Sera que me pide por favor
Que despierte y este ahi
Y ya no sea el cadaver ambulante de ayer y hoy
Pero no
Yo creo que alucino
Que es el sueño
Que me agota y me tira contra mil pisos sucios
Que es siempre lo mismo
Siempre es la ultima vez, no?
Porque siempre es la ultima vez...
Que te vaya bien
Y que me saludes
Porque el saludo no se niega, no?
Si, es la ultima vez...
Lo digo en serio
Realmente, no tengo miedo
De que seas mi inspiracion.
Que te hayas tragado todos los dioses que me quedaban
Y aun asi, yo, recordando,
Me encuentre con la fe requisada
Y te digo, que aun con la piel desnuda
Me perdono tanta sangre, tanto miedo
Quien lo diria!
Que aun te saboreo
Te encuentro imperdible a mi paladar
Y quien me daria titulos y cosas con que aferrarte!
Quien me pintaria los cuadros precisos?
Pobre infeliz, remiendo de ser humano
Excusa de hombre!
Hasta donde te vas a hundir?
Cuanto vas a meter las manos en la mierda?
Terminas sacando siempre lo mismo
Siempre te hiere la misma astilla
Son las mismas escamas, la palabreria de siempre
El otoño exacto
Es todo igual
Tiene otra cara
Mas pintura
Tal vez, menos ladrillos
Pero es lo mismo
No te engañes, ni me engañes
Que sigo viendo las mismas calles
Tan vacias y podridas
Nada de esto me deberia importar
Si total, quien las camina?
Yo no ando nadando en el frio
Y ciertamente, yo no te voy a encontrar en un inviern olvidado
Entonces, de que me sirve?
Si es solo por el gusto
De una vibracion tenua
Algo que destila el cuerpo
Y el alma lo lleva
Sera la timidez?
Que pasara por este cerebro carcomido?
O las pupilas dilatadas
Sera la cocaina?
El tabaco?
Una cerveza?
Sera dios?
Que me golpea
Y me zarandea
Sera que me pide por favor
Que despierte y este ahi
Y ya no sea el cadaver ambulante de ayer y hoy
Pero no
Yo creo que alucino
Que es el sueño
Que me agota y me tira contra mil pisos sucios
Que es siempre lo mismo
Siempre es la ultima vez, no?
Porque siempre es la ultima vez...
Que te vaya bien
Y que me saludes
Porque el saludo no se niega, no?
Si, es la ultima vez...
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the emptiest one of them all?
[Who's that in the corner?]
Keep them quiet
Alive
For a moment
A breath of freedom
They cannot guess
Who's that in the corner...
Of this empty room
Who lays in the wood of the floor
And who's to misjudge?
Who's the emptiest of them all?
I see my mirror face
I cannot stand it
It becomes something monstrous
Don't want to think
What's in there
All this corpse
I've left behind
They all sing me a lullaby
They, ashes and bones
Sitting in the chair
Walking by the wall
Who's here after me?
If i'm not alone
And you are with me
Who are they?
Who's the emptiest one of all?
Take me down
And make me think
Bring me back to where it all began.
Couldn't see
What it means
To take your eyes out
A macabre jest
Out in the midnight
And no man could ever be alive like this
Just about
To collapse
In the verge
Of something greather
You won't see me
I'm in there
In my little box
Of innocent fears
And who's to blame?
If we are all dead.
Mirror
Mirror
On the wall
Who's the emptiest one of all?
Mirror Mirror
On the wall
Who's the one to die?
Keep them quiet
Alive
For a moment
A breath of freedom
They cannot guess
Who's that in the corner...
Of this empty room
Who lays in the wood of the floor
And who's to misjudge?
Who's the emptiest of them all?
I see my mirror face
I cannot stand it
It becomes something monstrous
Don't want to think
What's in there
All this corpse
I've left behind
They all sing me a lullaby
They, ashes and bones
Sitting in the chair
Walking by the wall
Who's here after me?
If i'm not alone
And you are with me
Who are they?
Who's the emptiest one of all?
Take me down
And make me think
Bring me back to where it all began.
Couldn't see
What it means
To take your eyes out
A macabre jest
Out in the midnight
And no man could ever be alive like this
Just about
To collapse
In the verge
Of something greather
You won't see me
I'm in there
In my little box
Of innocent fears
And who's to blame?
If we are all dead.
Mirror
Mirror
On the wall
Who's the emptiest one of all?
Mirror Mirror
On the wall
Who's the one to die?
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