Untitled XLI

Maybe a glimpse of a life
not suited for my eyes
As there´s nothing in my mind
and much less in my heart

I play the music so loud
perhaps my head will shut down
And now I close my eyes
and imagine me alive

So I've become obsessive
with washing my hands
as they are the ones
that feel the world around

Maybe I'm detached
or maybe I've gone mad
I see the world keeps spinning
and I am here... stuck

Untitled XL

So many times I'll say goodbye
to all the words - are left behind
So many ways I'll have to try
before I can unfold my mind

And I may perish without ever
or I may glitter in the heavens
But I will rise above the weather
if I can get of you the feathers

XXXIX

A FRIDAY IN JUNE

Like any other, grey and blue.
The rain and the wind
companions to my solitud
smash against the windows' fragile glass
The absence of a fire-place,
in this technological days,
make the scene just more mundane.
The cold reigns inside
as it does in my soul.
Going out is a hard task,
but what wears me out the most
is the thoughts, only the thoughts.
As much noise I hear,
it all bounces in my ear
making of silence a mighy king.
And the beat of my heart
is weakened by this long fever,
it will perrish without ever
at its maximum be feeling.
Without ever achieving the task it was set for.
Not a sound, nor the silence
put my mind at ease.
My exhausted brains
make this whole poor body ache.
And the resting in my cosie bed
becomes the hardest thing to do.
All the singing birds are gone
to more warm places.
They hace taken all the songs
and left only city noise
to increase my torment.
There's many things I ought to do
put upon my shoulders
by the unforgiving rules
of a never resting society.
I don't want to take part on it
as they scare away my sleep.
I need to emancipate from all this filth.
So my mind gets lost and wanders
between more welcoming worlds.
Until it's interrupted
by the most familiar noise.
I cannot get to recognise it
and then I'm taken in a sudden
away from this half-dreams
away from this half-nightmare.
It's the ring of the phone
rising above all.
There's a stock-pile of tissues
to confirm the diagnosis.
I put the kettle on the stove
and hurry back to get the phone.
A voice from other times
swaps away my mind
takes me back to the basics of my existance.
A new world is set before my eyes
where all the magical ideas run wild
They take the form of colorful brush-strokes
and without seeing what they really are
I feel them deep inside.
I do not stand, or lay or sit.
I only feel.
There's no greater good
or an objective.
No more, no less, only what is fair.
An all and a one
of which I'm now another part
but not a part, an idea,
a thought, a whole!

Untitled XXXVIII

Fake all the letters I once wrote
all the dreams I once behold
and the smiles I ever gave
fake is being awake

Untitled XXXVII

All my words loose their meaning
on this turbulent day
when I realise my mind's so fake

All the meanings loose their words
and time stops itself
say goodbye to what I know
say fairwell to the unsaid

My heart's completly empty
consumed by the mundane
I refuse to live the same
over and once again

It is heavy upon my shoulders
this burden's not mine to bare
and the thinking so fake
thoughts that make my body ache

Untitled XXXVI

Won't you change
if I give you a helping hand?
will you fade
into the arms of the night?

As the last scrap of hope
turns to gold
we'll greed and become
of them just one more.

So stay at my side
of life we'll depart
And we'll just jump forward
there's no turning back

Won't you say?
just say one more lie
will you turn
turn me into the light

Sin título III

La cercanía de tu aliento helado y húmedo
me deja sin palabras
Y un sabor amargo
en esta tortuosa escena

El lúgubre conocimiento de tu inminente arribo
más sólo siento el frío
oscuridad plena;

En este, mi lecho lloraré mis penas
mientras espero impaciente
por tu eterna condena

Untitled XXXV

All my marked books lay on my night table
gathering the unforgiving dust
that depositates within the papers' thin grains
All the books I've been trying to read
sit there still and mock me.
The thick ones, the thin ones, plays and novels
and all my favourite poems.
And I'm too tired, too bored, too grey...
I haven't touch them in days
So they mock me,
me and my pathetic busyness...
me and my pathetic lie.

Untitled XXXIV

How can I know if I'm real or am not?
How can I feel what I already forgot?
How can I leave all my lies on my rear?
When the reason I breath are those lies
are those prayers

Untitled XXXIII

It's been a while
since I've written my lies
It's been a hole
in the bottom of my heart
But I return to you my soul
And I give you all and more
As I stand naked for your eyes
and I make of this...
one more lie

Untitled XXXII

Click!
There it goes again

Click!
Feeling bright or grey

Click!
Just one blink it takes

Click
On and off all day

Untitled XXXI

My hand so stiff
my mind so blank
and me, what me?
so gone and mad

Untitled XXX

There's more to me
than you can see
a hidden side
that passes by
unnoticed and unseen
that's all that I have been
and soon I'll be gone
and no one will moan

Untitled XXIX

You may be gone
but times goes on
so make your mark
come on, shine on!
you'll be forgotten
other wise
though you were good
you failed to rise
so do it now
as you have time
do it now
as time flies by

Untitled XXVIII

I'll say my pray for you tonight
It'll be so loud it'll shake the stars
I'll make a promise I'll walk far
I'll do all that for you to shine

Stay with me for one more dream
and don't let go, don't leave without me
we'll take a leap when time is right
it isn't yet, though it's not far