The outcome.

A beast in the mirror
words spread on the floor
bleeding from its claws
on their skin.

And I'm the beast that hides
and I'm the words that struggle
and I'm the blood that lingers
and I'm the skin that holds this masquerade.

Only after the outcome
this monster understands
that its claim
was arrogantly illogical
and its request
just another piece of reason
for words to tear apart.

The lioness

Clouds of veiled dreams
and dead ideals
surrounding the shadow
or a hunting gaze.

She stares at my unexisting fear
her claws of loathe
ready to tear me apart
with their lies.

A low breath
the pace of the inevitable
a blood smile on her lips
as I open my chest
and welcome
her kill.

Maldad

Mientras la envidia caminaba
en los pasillos de cierto desdeñoso corazón
acompañada de recuerdos inútiles
una nube de tormenta atravesaba el cielo
prometiendo traer consigo
más caos, más traición.

Unos ojos que se acercan
ya no son suficiente amenaza
este corazón esta de caza
preparado para morir.

Una caricia que destroza el alma
ya no bastan como deseo
este espíritu quiere estallar
en las esquirlas de pasiones destructivas.

Unas manos que aniquilan
ya no asustan, ya no espantan, ya no me estremecen
este cuerpo espera su fin
aferrado a una esperanza
que nunca llegará.

This death will not sufice

Keep on bleeding me sorrows
you unsufferable dawn
taking a turn upon my sight.

Fill me with excruciating truth
for me to sing my betrayal
and my night.

Have me tied to the stake of regrets
and burn me with slow shame
for your delight.

Hear my cry, enjoy my pain
for my own death
will not sufice.

Crucify my heart.

Black tears of anger
falling to the ground of your disgrace
show me now how to hate you
when my love couldn't reach
the selfish bottom of your disdain.

Crucify my heart
bury me in the land of oblivion
for I could not melt
the pity in your eyes.

Throw me back to my anguish
my lightless nightmares
is what you wanted
so don't look back.

This war is over (to you my new lost friend)

It is understood
this war is over
it was lost before it started
my own hopes
placed the sharp little pebbles
in the pocket
of my heart
for it to be heavy of despair.

This war is over
enough of this wasted friendship
that took more than it gave
enough blood has been spilled
to cover the soil of my dreams
and disarm this old soul
of its demands.

This war is over
look at my empty hands
stare at my shallow face
this war is over
but a white flag
will not be shown
on my behalf.

Rain and the writer

Rain was lecturing her
"don't you write any more
about sadness
she's had enough
of my crying
for you to encourage her
never again
talk about ghosts
I have sufficient shadows
to scare her
silence yourself
of rage and fear
stop feeding
on anger and desdain
for I make her blue enough"
her silent reply
"what should I write about?"
and Rain took her hand
"write about ideas
for her
to have
her revenge"

No coments (how could I ever had them?)

I
Enter me
and choke me with my sins
as they became mine
and they don't get in my way.


II
A sorrow for a lullaby
some anguish for a poem
my excuses for falling
into my particular kind of hell.


III
Never looked at the shine
never got time for that
and old habits die hard
no alibi to releave me now.


IV
Vengeance my old motto
jealousy my friend
shadows my embrace
destiny my pain.


V
Kiss me my ghost
get me drunk on your breath
I'll have no coments for you
and certainly no regrets.

Apology ... to J.

As black as only a dream can be
tripping down a valley of oblivion
flesh that wanders in silence
exploring the depths
of a horrifying place
called home
waiting for a certain rain
to stop
and blood holds its breath
desperate for any kind
of beginning
following a path of old whispers
that never shine
a heart may say “I’m sorry”
but how is that the end?
as usual
an apology
is not enough.

In agony I tell you my dear friend ... goodbye.

No, it is not the end of my world
it is just death to my hope
drowned in the hands
of what used to be a friend
a prison for dreams
that never got to be born

just a growing distance
that came unannounced, uninvited
and wrote “the end”
in the last page of this bitter-sweet story

I’ll miss you my friend
and I’ll mourn your absence in my poems
where our love will be evergreen
I’ll sing about the sorrow of leaving you
but I’ll smile when you see me
I’ll say goodbye with a lump on my throat
and keep you within me.

Birth and death of illusion.

On a field mined with the deceiving
she sighs a whispery cry
the birth of unwanted hope
that shall live during the dark
waiting to be found
to be melted, to be caught.

And in the ecstasy of desire
awaken she will be
a touch, one look
will release her from her pain.

Walking within a dream
she will sing of her long gone despair
carried in the arms of the wind
she will speak of her lust, her claim.

And at night, a coal with no shine
she will tremble with memories
awaiting the axe that will fall on her light
and death will embrace her
one last time.

Forbidden / Prohibido

Drain your lips
bloody from lies
on the skin of deceit.

Bare your desire
free from disguises
to the eyes of the night.

Unleash your anguish
tied to your sorrow
in the flesh that will burn.

And melt your destiny
satisfied, sweaty and tired
with the body
forbidden to love.



Drena tus labios
sangrientos de mentiras
en la piel del engaño.

Desnuda tu deseo
libre de disfraces
a los ojos de la noche.

Libera tu angustia
atada a tu pena
en la carne que arderá.

Y funde tu destino
satisfecho, sudoroso y agotado
con el cuerpo
prohibido a amar.

To my host

Chocking shadow of fate
you call at my door
with violence in your sight
promising desperation and tears
in your smile
you've come to kill.

Slow and hurtful
you spread on the ice
that once was my heart
leaving dry leaves
that in death
shall burn.

A mi huesped.

Asfixiante sombra del destino
llamas a mi puerta
con violencia en tu mirada
prometes sozobra y llanto
en tu sonrisa
has venido a asesinar.

Lenta y punzante
te esparces en el hielo
que fue mi corazón
dejas hierba seca
que la muerte
quemará.

"Dear friend"

Hunt your angels with your demons, if you don't they'll drive you mad,
use your words to cut the silence within, the ones that burn leaving no ashes, the smoke of pain rising through the air reminds you how dark the stars can be.
Being dead is not a sacrifice, it doesn't make you suffer, there's no poing in screaming now that your sorrow is finally your own.
So drown your future in your memories, slay your hopes in the battle of your nevers and have your laughter be murdered by your fear.
Live like a corpse, you wanted that, didn't you? So, there you go ... enjoy.

Levántate! Levántate del cielo!

Ser egoísta contigo mismo
mira lo que te ha traído
otro lugar lleno de la dicha
que juraste dejar atrás.

Y ahora te sientes solo
como ya sabes estar
la esencia que llevas esta noche
no derritió tu oscuro corazón.

Lo que tienes ahora es tu voz
y recuerdos del infierno
asi que grita sin sonido
y tu maldición te llevará.

Entonces levántate! levántate del cielo
libérate de tu sonrisa y sigue tu camino
olvídate de lo que puede mejorar
y aférrate a tu aliento final.

Arise! Arise from heaven!

Being selfish with yourself
look what you have got
another place filled with the joy
you swore to leave behind.

And now you feel alone
but you've felt that way before
as the scent you bear tonight
couldn't melt your blackish heart.

What you have now is your voice
and remembrances of hell
then scream without a noise
and your curse will take you there.

So arise! arise from heaven!
be free of your smile and walk ahead
forget that it might be better
and embrace your final breath.

The death of this embrace.

A valley covered in snow
reveals the skin of the unknown
a rose bent to the ground
wounds this flesh and makes it shout.

And how would you not hurt
over this forfeited love?
that stings with mghty horror
and heals with slow regrets.

So linger on the ice
be thankful for the thorn
enjoy this precious moment
of foolish stolen hope.

Collect the shreds of anger
release your wildest fears
and keep inside your memory
the death of this embrace.

Campo de batalla.

Mi médula grita de ira
y mis huesos
destrozados en una compulsión violenta
le aúllan a una luz irreal, fantasmal

... el miedo me ha vuelto a tragar

Carne rota en cenizas
y sangre vomitando mentiras
hablan de una cierta pena
que siempre me hizo llorar
con placer, con dicha
con el éxtasis del horror
hago luto

no derrotada, pero enamorada de la guerra
estoy.

Battleground.

My spine screams of rage
and my bones
shattered in a violent compulsion
howl at a gosthly surreal light

...fear has swallowed me again

Flesh torn into ashes
and blood vomiting lies
talk about a certain sorrow
that always made me cry
with pleasure, with joy
with the ecstasy of horror
I mourn

not defeated, but in love with the war
I am.

Miedo.

Caminas
por un pasadizo insano
donde las lágrimas del cielo
azotan viejas dudas
que no dejan descansar.

Agotada
te levantas aún siendo ceniza
efímero polvo al que el viento
no deja nunca avanzar.

Y te desgastas
en un día iluminado por destellos inútiles
que nunca quisiste tener
amarrándote a las sombras
y dejándote caer.

Vencida
no por el odio
no por la ira
no por la angustia
sino por el miedo
a la inminente derrota
que ha venido a destrozar.

Érase una historia...

Érase una palabra
que se volvió imagen
érase un olvido
que se volvió imposible

érase una culpa
que perdió toda vergüenza
érase un suplicio
que dio paso a la pasión

érase yo cuerda
y la maldad tocó mi puerta
vestida de inocencia
para hacerme enloquecer

érase yo a oscuras
y érase tu cegándome
y érase esta historia
que más nadie puede ver.

Desire's a bitch.

As I feel
warm, frustrated, angry
disapointed later ecstatic
unfocused then restless
fearless and freakish
I sense the soft veil
of eyes that caress
like an unwelcome memory
a distant crimsom fire
of what is denied to me
enjoying borrowed lips
flowing on a coward skin
afraid from desire
without letting it go

As I feel
warm, frustrated, unsatisfied
I think of you.

La pared vencida.

Alli estaba
la pared a la que la luz no amparaba
a la que ningun dulce viento acariciaba
la que no sostenía nada
sino su propia vacuedad
aqui estaba la sombra
que abrazaba la estaca en la que ardia
lanzando lenguas mudas
gemidos jamás escuchados

alli estaba yo

alli estaba
la marcha de guerra que ensordecía con su belleza
la amenaza que seducía con cortantes promesas
el reflejo cegador que nublaba la cordura
el caliz lleno de bálsamo que al curar quemaba
haciendo aullar de satisfacción

alli estabas tu

el espejismo que alumbro mi pared
para luego desaparecer.