Friday, September 25
Thursday, September 24
Read My Mind
My mind is in silence
The only voice I barely hear is my own
All the doors and windows are now closed (with a thousand nails)
There is someone outside who can help me.
One by one starts falling
Someone is on the other side.
The door is wide open
The sweetest scent invades my soul
My heart is beating faster as the time goes by
I can´t open my mouth, my lips are sealed.
Have you ever seen my true feelings?
I should explain them to you some day,
but not now nor in this chapter.
Monday, September 21
Saturday, September 19
Thursday, September 17
Nocturno
He llegado a “ese” momento de la madrugada
Aquel en el que la razón se debilita y cede paso a lo etéreo
El sueño se convierte en un sedante
Y la tranquilidad de la noche en el perfecto escenario
No puedes leer mi mente
No puedes ver mi rostro
Y aun así siento tu cercanía entre mis ojos
Los labios resecos
Las pupilas dilatadas
Tu imagen se proyecta en mi muestra privada
El reloj marca las tres
Me apresuro con esta breve entrega
Nada más un enter y habré terminado.
Tuesday, September 15
Not of This Earth
She lives in outer space
looking for stars.
Walking down the moon she discovered my hideout
She arrived at night
A bittersweet melody came out of her mouth
An endless caress in my ears
She grabbed my face and blew my mind
We turned into stardust
and flew back to space.
Monday, September 14
Cutie 1
Friday, September 11
Wednesday, September 9
Tuesday, September 8
Hojas sueltas
Se preguntó si seria capaz de escribir sin pluma,
si podría aprender a hablar,
a llenar la oscuridad con su voz lanzando las palabras al aire,
a las paredes,
a la ciudad,
aunque la luz no volviera nunca mas.
C.F. Ciudad de cristal , Paul Auster
Sunday, September 6
Thursday, September 3
Just a Dream
There he was, trying to wake up
Remembering all those words he heard the night before
His mind was absent; his body was unable to move
A thin layer of voice came out of his mouth
I am no longer here
There is a lot of logic in my words
That only I can understand
Shame on me
Where is my grand finale?
They said this should last at least 8 hours
So I have 3 more hours to play dead
She said something I didn´t understand
He said it was only a bad dream
And the only thing I remember is a phone call interrupting my sleep
It was…
My name wasn´t my name, but nobody could speak…
Maybe I was in somebody else dream
But I can´t, it´s not fair
I should go and look into my files
There must be something good to recall
This looks good, this ought to do it
Sweet dreams.