Condena II

Irónico, halagador y doloroso de igual manera ver que la historia no termina, que ha pasado el tiempo, que me has escrito sin reconocerme, que me has leído sin responderme.

Que tomas mis rayos de vida para tu próximo éxito mientras sigo en mi ensordecedor silencio, donde un despiadado algoritmo te trae con un pasado denso y de nuevo soy una especie de musa a la que vas sofocando la magia y el aire.

Porque amas saber que a veces reapareces y no puedo evitar expresarlo, y no puedes evitar agradecerlo aunque no asome ni  la menor disculpa por haber roto esta historia que no termina.

Basta que no quiebres mis alas, de poco vale así que me invites a viajar en las tuyas, mientras me ofreces un mensaje entre las líneas del rígido espejo a una sola cara.

My suitcase

I have noticed on this road like a thousand times
while standing in a corner, eyes were open wide
And my suitcase full of  boats, strength to keep afloat.

My suitcase came from distance for it's walk by train
but your message kept on following over again
my suitcase kept your picture still behind my coat.

I never knew a feeling as stucked like that
stretching all it's echos drawing prints in path.

But my suitcase couldn't take it anymore
And your picture is my float and it's yet anchor.



I have noticed on this road like a thousand times,
while standing in a corner, eyes were open wide
And my suitcase full of boats, strength to keep afloat.

I never knew a feeling as stucked like that,
streching all it's echos drawing prints  in  path.

My suitcase came from distance for it's walk by train,
but your message kept on following over again;
my suitcase kept your picture still behind my coat.

I never knew a feeling as stucked like that
stretching all it's echos drawing prints in path.



Picture as a map to your coming back;
photo like a flag, astrolab my heart.

Starry collar

Full of hitting, full of silence, it became worse with bigger violence.

I told you things I shouldn't have to,

wanting  you to understand,

You made things I didn't want to

Then easily you left my hand.

Secrets are material of your heart, secrets are material of your heart.

I dreamed that you made me a collar

You sew with stars of dream to gave;

You told me 《take it, take it, hold up》

And now it is all that I can take.

Secrets are material of your heart, secrets are material of your heart.

I heared you read me, is it that true?

'Cause I think we'll understand

The reason we begin to feel so nude

Was the confession of our ways.

Secrets are material of your heart, secrets are material of your heart.

Secrets are material of your heart.

I read the signs but I am still so stressed

Secrets put ourselves so close, yet apart

God keeps on being our only witness.

Amen, amen... God keeps on being our only witness.