Silly song

Oh! what a world
does anybody knows?
And, Oh! what a boy
the one I'm falling for
when he smiles at me
there's nothing else I see
But Oh! how I know
that he's rather insane
and Oh! how I know
that he makes me feel safe
Oh yes! I can see
that he's the one for me
Oh yes! he's the one
with whom I want to be.

Owl

I see shadows of light
in the dark of my night
in the bosom of my storm
that makes everything look wrong

I see flashes of white
in the black of my soul
all of that makes me act
like a grey night owl.

Sin título II

El rocío en los álamos
que susurran al viento
Que danzando en la picada
nos comparten su tormento
Y nos hablan por siempre
de un llanto secreto

Lágrimas de plata
bañan sus ramas
Esas que hoy están
más no estarán mañana
Son las que caen al olvido
las que mueren en gemido_

Sin título I

Que triste encontrarse
cuando no hay mas nada que encontrar

Que triste despertarse
a la eterna y negra soledad

Que triste descubrir
que ya no hay nada para dar

que el cuerpo se ha llenado de vacío
que estas manos ahora sienten solo el frío
y que a mi estos días tan bonitos
ya sólo me parecen sombríos

Untitled XII

Version 1
A lost poem I found today
But later on
it got lost again


Version 2
A lost poem I found today
But in time
I lost it once again

Untitled XI

Winds of storm inside of me
messing with the grey mass in my upstairs

Winds that keep me running and awake
wether it is night or it is day

Sometimes the rain goes out to shake
my insight life, my own dark way

Untitled X

As numb I feel
as a wagon on rusty wheels
I cannot move
I can only dream my faith

Untitled XIX

I'd like to go to comfortable places in my soul
But where they are I do not know
And if the silence brakes
and the darkness takes
All the sunny places blow away
Like a million stars in the black night sky
Like a million lights in the milky way

Untitled VIII

I see your eyes in the mist
the air, your breath_

The dew is thick I cannot breathe
breathe for me, as I will cease


Fear not! Be gone, like me
my soul

Untitled VII

The night's no longer mine
nor the days, nor the blue skies.

The walls are crumpling down
I no longer feel alive.

The sun's turn to blood
like the tears, like a flood.

And I'm becoming sower
I will soon consume in fire.

Untitled VI

Everything's ugly to these eyes
They wanna see reality
I wanna see lies

Everything's wrong
good things are gone
like the notes of that forgotten song

I'm in the mood to cry
It's weird
I don't feel depressed or sad

Untitled V

In the night
that's when I walk
when I feel
and I'm not blocked

In the night
when it's all quiet
that's when I
become the poet

In the silence
of the night
that is when
I give my fight

In the quiet
of the night
then it's when
I start my flight.

untitled IV

There's a place so dark in me
with my eyes I cannot see
where the thoughts are broken free
where all there is is me

There's a place so dark as mine
I can see it in your eyes
where the words are all but lies
where pollution goes but dies.

untitled III

There's someone I'd like to be
not me

There's someone I'd like to see
reflected in the stream

There's that who'll never look at me
There's that who I'll never see

There's a line of people waiting
and one of them is me

and time is passing me by
and I can only see
the one I'll never get to be

untitled II

An empty glass
A drop of blood

Dry

No flow
No motion

Still

Not death
but worse

Numb