Las voces del aura me llaman
me invitan a su lugar
dulce brisa, comienza a mover
mi alma hacia donde están
pero ella se aferra con fuerza
a mi presente carnal
y mi conciencia, siniestra
no la quiere ayudar
Lucha mi alma serena
lucha por su lugar
que voy a apagar mi razón
y así poder olvidar.
Vuelven los ríos de vida
vuelve mi sangre a correr
al regreso de mi alma perdida
al olvido de mi ser.
Toman los vientos mi cuerpo
jubileo del cosmos vendrá
se tornan mis brazos la alas
de algún extraño ser
y baten la densa materia
y tuercen mi parecer.

Vivo, por primera vez vivo
vuelo, respiro el aire puro
que Éolo envía para que pueda
desplegar mis torpes alas.
En los momentos más cercanos a la muerte
mi alma se aferra con fervor a mis entrañas
y no osa partir
Como Ícaro, me balanceo torpemente
pero mis alas no son de cera
están adheridas a mi,
son parte de mi
son el porqué respiro.

I am outside of what you may consider life
I am here, I am breathing, I am next to you
you can see me, feel me and touch me.
I can see you, feel you and touch you,
but I am still not here.
I am beyond control, and beyond boundaries
I'm far off of what's expected.
I am agonizing with every breath.
I am soaring.

My mind leaves, and travels
and flows with the world
and I am soon elsewhere
in a place of nature
in my mother's bossom
in my friend's memory
in my dog's eyes
in the grass and the flowers
and everywhere I want to be

All the amazing things
you were once able to do
are gone forever
are stuck wherever was sent
out of your conciousness
out of relation with yourself
All the amazing things
you once were able to forget
are now forever in your mind.

Death is always in my mind

the constant friend and alienator

choking on my throat

pressing on my lounges

But yet distant, behind a veil

the only truth, yet unknown

the flesh that gets rotten

the fetid fumes that eventually fade

....

It is the most extreme sadness

tears my viscera as it goes through my mind

I wish I could happily enjoy drunkenness

but life gets in, reality hits the soul

and not even the amber nectar washes it away

and so is death again, as always, most aware.

....

A great part of my self died today

as I go through life

all sort of pieces have fallen from me

some I lost along the way

but most remained attached to me, dead.

A constant reminder

weight that I have to carry always

wight that's almost to heavy for me to take

but even if more is added

I can bare.

On the verge of falling down to the ground

on my weakened knees

and succumbing to my own horrid dead weight

and if I could see myself from some distance

with all my dead parts on me

I'd probably see myself dragging these parts

but trying, desperately trying

to appear OK to the inquisitive eyes

and I would cover my nudity

even when it is all that remains

....

And poetry is my saviour

and the breath I cannot grasp myself

it is the most sincere reality

and it is also the most terrible pain

and it is also mine

it's mine to take.

and it also fades...