Pensamiento

La luz
golpeando el insondable precipicio
refleja sombras mas densas y asfixantes
que la misma noche

velos que vomitan palabras siniestras, hirientes
pero ciertas

hechos absurdos se revuelcan en la cama
peleando, amándose
sin saber como darse tregua
como salir del laberinto

...así pienso en ti.

Desperate times.

Don't bother your mind
with uncomfortable facts
that will never come
might as well drown
deep down a lake of sorrow
and shame
for what you never did

where you didn't harvest
don't you dare collect
the fruit of the forbidden thoughts you had
to please your ego and your pride
why should you suffer
for what was never true ... or yours?
no, you shall suffer for what you promised
and never gave
for what you wanted
but never remembered
you will have to grieve
and mourn
the days with light
you never wanted
but anyway came
to punish you
those days with light
that hurt with disappointment
and are thoutht about through your masoquistic heart
and dishonet beliefs of the past

that should have cut deeper
for you
to let go.

Canto a la ira

En vela la ira
se despoja de sus motivos,
trata de razonarse,
inventa excusas mediocres
y se aferra
a su desgastado cauce
al fragor que languidece
bajo su mirada.

Desnuda sus huesos
de aquel fuego sordo que la ha hecho gemir
y grita ante su ausencia.

Calla la ira
y su silencio agrede
se oculta en las aguas viscosas y oscuras del mundo
aguarda su oportunidad para acechar.

Shhhhhhhhhhh
Duerme la ira
habitando en corazones mudos
escondiéndose en lápices cobardes
esperando matar.

Writing from a broken heart

The dark flashes of your soul
surrender to mine
but only while Prometheus burns me
in his ferocious sight
and I surrender to you as well
going deep in the long abyss
of the memories we will never have.

Your hands as cold as winter
go through my mind already old
how can I let this grow apart?
when I haven’t felt suicidal yet?

And I love every sound of yours
and I long for your empty embrace
and I hold you in my every thought
as we get further away.

To you who I never met
I gave my love when not distressed
to you who I shall never meet
I give my wish of you with me
I’ll rise my glass for you, for us
and I’ll just smile at your fair ghost.

To my dead mother

Tears flowing across the rough valley of despair
remind me of your shadow
ripping memories from my mind
the forest seems even further away
far enough so its veil
cannot cover what remains of this agony
so it's left in the dark, what we used to have
and the pictures you took from me
now look like fantasies, like ideals
they don't belong to me now
they're stuck in the past
as I am
fighting to look back in pain
trying to say goodbye
to a ghost.

La piraña

La piraña danza
en el vientre vacío, angustiado, sordo
y muerde, desgarra, destroza,
la carne se retuerce
parece disfrutar de su agonía,
el nervio salta, grita,
pero no expulsa al animal
aparentemente enloqueció
dejo irse en sus memorias
buscando lo que no se le ha perdido
lo que la ira ya se llevó

la violencia daña, el corazón se agita, la voluntad protesta

... y nadie hace nada.

Volviendo del sueño / Coming back from the dream

Inhala
dejalo ir
sacúdelo de los poros
atornillalo a lo volátil
y que se largue
atorméntate este instante
y vuelve a respirar
este sueño
ya eres tu.


Inhale
let it go
shake it of your pores
nail it to the windy
and be gone with it
torment yourself this moment
and breathe again
this dream
is now you.

A winter to remember / Un invierno para recordar

How can this winter fade away
when it is my heart the one
blowing the mist of deceit
and pouring the rain
of uncertainty?

Deams made from empty arms
and wishes from hopeful eyes
bid you welcome
to the land of disgrace
and aprehended passions
that should have never been.

And so a kiss becomes
and unfulfilled reality
to those whose past is haunted

... a winter to remember.



Como ahuyentar este invierno
siendo mi corazón el que propaga
la neblina de la decepción
y trae la lluvia de la duda?

Sueños hechos de brazos vacíos
y deseos de ojos que anhelan
te saludan
en la tierra de desgracia
y pasiones arrestadas
que nunca debieron ser.

Y un beso se torna
en una realidad insatisfecha
para aquellos con el pasado maldito

... un invierno para recordar.