I didn't saw your tears,
the mind
refuses to forget
the stories
of ancient trues.
Yo no buscaba a nadie y te vi.
I'm sorry.
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Now we're back to silence. Writting in a different languaje is always comfortable. It's like an unerasable deal with all the last things alive in this world of sadnees and truth.
viernes, febrero 16, 2007
The sound
of an ancient tango
fills the night.
Lonelyness,
deception,
love,
mercy.
Where are the colours?
Poetry
as death.
of an ancient tango
fills the night.
Lonelyness,
deception,
love,
mercy.
Where are the colours?
Poetry
as death.
domingo, febrero 11, 2007
Fishing
in the Babel Tower
wasn't that fun
until you find the way
to disobey
the regular meanings of life.
in the Babel Tower
wasn't that fun
until you find the way
to disobey
the regular meanings of life.
They punish me
with their vowels,
letter of sorrow
and dust.
The confessions
of past times
are now dead.
I want to watch
the seconds fall
into a nightmare
of black
and red.
with their vowels,
letter of sorrow
and dust.
The confessions
of past times
are now dead.
I want to watch
the seconds fall
into a nightmare
of black
and red.
sábado, febrero 10, 2007
It is not that simple:
the songs are written
in a code
only undestandable
for a few dead people
liying
in the St. Mary's Graveyard.
the songs are written
in a code
only undestandable
for a few dead people
liying
in the St. Mary's Graveyard.
Unplug my memory,
drive into a new perspective of life.
Your naked body
is a wonderful place to live.
Come on,
let's find a place,
a joyful circumstance,
a perfect,
great
smile.
drive into a new perspective of life.
Your naked body
is a wonderful place to live.
Come on,
let's find a place,
a joyful circumstance,
a perfect,
great
smile.
lunes, febrero 05, 2007
Some voices
are running
from the cold shadow
of the past.
Those sounds are now dead,
lying on a bed
of sorrow and darkness.
are running
from the cold shadow
of the past.
Those sounds are now dead,
lying on a bed
of sorrow and darkness.
Desire,
pleasure,
words of a cold
and endless night.
Forget your clothes
in another time,
there's no room
for absurd rules.
Here we are,
don't you see I'm yours?
Take me,
take my toughts,
turn them into dreams.
Make me swet with your kisses.
pleasure,
words of a cold
and endless night.
Forget your clothes
in another time,
there's no room
for absurd rules.
Here we are,
don't you see I'm yours?
Take me,
take my toughts,
turn them into dreams.
Make me swet with your kisses.
I'm counting
the seconds,
every breath
that your naked body exhales.
This lips
are mine,
this white skin
and the scent of your sex,
unforgettable desire.
the seconds,
every breath
that your naked body exhales.
This lips
are mine,
this white skin
and the scent of your sex,
unforgettable desire.
domingo, febrero 04, 2007
Smiles in photographs
like old memories
of another kind of nights:
we were naked,
yo were here,
in my bed,
anxious,
eating my whole existance
with a savage kiss,
you and me
creating love
with sex.
like old memories
of another kind of nights:
we were naked,
yo were here,
in my bed,
anxious,
eating my whole existance
with a savage kiss,
you and me
creating love
with sex.
See:
this love
it's for you,
it has your name
written in bold uneresable letters.
Come take it,
and take me with you
to a different journey,
just for you
and me.
this love
it's for you,
it has your name
written in bold uneresable letters.
Come take it,
and take me with you
to a different journey,
just for you
and me.
It's nice to face the truth
when you have a strong armor
and the courage
to say the wrong words
when everybody's laughing.
when you have a strong armor
and the courage
to say the wrong words
when everybody's laughing.
Just another circumstance,
one new dream
where the force of the defeated
has been changed
for the sounds
of a sad simphony.
one new dream
where the force of the defeated
has been changed
for the sounds
of a sad simphony.
Feelings
are falling
like dead birds.
And now
we are experiencing
changes
in the whole programation of God.
are falling
like dead birds.
And now
we are experiencing
changes
in the whole programation of God.
The fingers of God
are crossing the sky
drawing a new vision of heaven,
an incredible place
with glory,
peace,
swimming pools
and boredom.
are crossing the sky
drawing a new vision of heaven,
an incredible place
with glory,
peace,
swimming pools
and boredom.
Open your eyes,
feel the sun,
the unreachable feeling,
a continuous trip
with no ending.
Who is it going to wait for us?
Do not expect a long journey,
the hours are running
and my shoes are tired.
feel the sun,
the unreachable feeling,
a continuous trip
with no ending.
Who is it going to wait for us?
Do not expect a long journey,
the hours are running
and my shoes are tired.
I'm not the person
to write
the feelings and sins
of this world.
They are looking for answers
in the wrong place,
and as always,
I'm keeping myself in the shadows.
to write
the feelings and sins
of this world.
They are looking for answers
in the wrong place,
and as always,
I'm keeping myself in the shadows.
The question mark
is giving me
a new chance
to reorder the life
(my life)
instead of the poetry
of my troubled hands.
is giving me
a new chance
to reorder the life
(my life)
instead of the poetry
of my troubled hands.
I'm doing my own path,
the bricks of the road
are so hot...
are they going to return?
The answers are far from this clouded mind.
the bricks of the road
are so hot...
are they going to return?
The answers are far from this clouded mind.
Raindrops trough my head
seems like the dream
i use to have,
the unexplainable desire
of being dead
when everybody
is alive.
The everyday's parody
and every nights
is here
to stay
while I'm drawing
a new plot
to kill this annoying thing
tragically called
sunrise.
seems like the dream
i use to have,
the unexplainable desire
of being dead
when everybody
is alive.
The everyday's parody
and every nights
is here
to stay
while I'm drawing
a new plot
to kill this annoying thing
tragically called
sunrise.
viernes, febrero 02, 2007
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