Untitled XVIII

Sleep, do not cease
let me live a million lives
let me walk throughout the times
let me fall to the arms of eternity
let me feel the lies
and make them look so real
and make my life surreal
and help me lose my mind

To Music

My fingers hurt
craving for your encounter
once again
my soul's restless
aking for the breath of you
your closeness
I can almost feel it
and my mind drifts
and my heart soars
a last time
to finally meet the one above

Untitled XVII

The light's dim
but begins to shine
leaving me at sight
putting me in the spotlight

And the idea of dissapearing
doesn't seem that bad
Going away always calls my mind
but no place I can think of appears to be that far

Untitled XVI

There's a million screams in the night
there's a million fears where I am
and the cold within sophocates my heart

There are drops of blood in the sky
they all seem so far but are not
and between them and me it's only lies

In a cage is where I keep me locked
In reflection where I see me not

Untitled XV

I don't want to go out tonight
I don't want to put on the mask
I've been doing it all week
I't just makes me feel more like a freak.

Untitled XIV

From time to time
I lock myself down
away from the rest
away from what's thought to be best

Untitled XIII

I'm tired of being
awake and feeling

Having to put the mask
to achieve the task

And all the time remember
that I just have to keep breathing

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