Me encuentro escribiendo un poema
Que se tiñe del color de la tristeza
Te lo escribo a ti, mi bella princesa
Mi amor por ti vive, y como una chispa, quema
¿Y de qué color es la tristeza? Me preguntarás
Es como el color de un llanto, de un lamento
Como ese suspiro al final de todo lo que siento
La respuesta la tendrás, y ese día te alejarás
Y ese día en el que te has de alejar
Como una enfermedad que he de padecer
Como una profunda sutura que me hará perecer
Y ya nunca más podré volar
No te olvides de mi, mi bella princesa
Te pido que me guardes en tu corazón
Y esto es sólo una breve y lúgubre expresión
De lo que significa para mi tu inmortal belleza
7 dic 2010
28 oct 2010
On Lies...
If I didn't hate to surrender and if I was no more than a weak worm, you would have disappeared a long time ago.
15 oct 2010
20 sept 2010
Amiga
El tiempo se acaba, el fin está cerca
El miedo de perderte crece a cada instante
Te dedico estos versos mojados en sangre
Y que con mis lágrimas escribí…
Me dejaste viajar por tu interior
Ahora con tristeza hemos de partir
Y volar hacia el desconocido exterior
Al que ahora nuestras puertas debemos abrir
Si pudiera te daría mi corazón
Rompería en partes mi vida
Separarnos es más fuerte que la peor embestida
Que nos ha atravesado con su filoso aguijón
Siento un gran vacío crecer en mis adentros
Me consume lentamente
Es cierto que la distancia no nos separará
Para eso esperemos a la muerte
Tú me llevaste a volar
Me diste unas alas que no he de quemar
Ahora mis vuelos serán solitarios
Y las sonrisas, como memorias en el mar
No puedo aceptar la pérdida, no me puedo engañar
Se nos va el tiempo que nos ha enseñado a amar
Te pido de rodillas que nunca me olvides
Porque mi vida vive cada vez que me sonríes
El miedo de perderte crece a cada instante
Te dedico estos versos mojados en sangre
Y que con mis lágrimas escribí…
Me dejaste viajar por tu interior
Ahora con tristeza hemos de partir
Y volar hacia el desconocido exterior
Al que ahora nuestras puertas debemos abrir
Si pudiera te daría mi corazón
Rompería en partes mi vida
Separarnos es más fuerte que la peor embestida
Que nos ha atravesado con su filoso aguijón
Siento un gran vacío crecer en mis adentros
Me consume lentamente
Es cierto que la distancia no nos separará
Para eso esperemos a la muerte
Tú me llevaste a volar
Me diste unas alas que no he de quemar
Ahora mis vuelos serán solitarios
Y las sonrisas, como memorias en el mar
No puedo aceptar la pérdida, no me puedo engañar
Se nos va el tiempo que nos ha enseñado a amar
Te pido de rodillas que nunca me olvides
Porque mi vida vive cada vez que me sonríes
7 sept 2010
15 ago 2010
To My Best Friend
Inside the pain that distance causes
Like fire in our hearts
Old memories of flying forever
Vivid flames are burning dreams in the night
Everlasting longing for another day together
An endless river of tears
Narrow path to the north way
Distant smiles in the night
My fall will be unavoidable
If you ever forget me
Sighs of loneliness attack me
So as the silent muttering of your name
You are far, far away
Other days were brighter, but now I live
Under the weight of sadness
Poisoned wings take me inside
A fear of oblivion
Living each day
Over the distance that tore us apart
My pain, my love, my memories
And everything is you
Like fire in our hearts
Old memories of flying forever
Vivid flames are burning dreams in the night
Everlasting longing for another day together
An endless river of tears
Narrow path to the north way
Distant smiles in the night
My fall will be unavoidable
If you ever forget me
Sighs of loneliness attack me
So as the silent muttering of your name
You are far, far away
Other days were brighter, but now I live
Under the weight of sadness
Poisoned wings take me inside
A fear of oblivion
Living each day
Over the distance that tore us apart
My pain, my love, my memories
And everything is you
9 ago 2010
The Beginning Will Be Understood.
So this is the time when you have to go away
How far will you go, so far from myself
Away from my love and away from my pain
Run, fly, reach for the sky
Or walk steady, don't forget the memories inside
Now and forever, until we meet again...
How far will you go, so far from myself
Away from my love and away from my pain
Run, fly, reach for the sky
Or walk steady, don't forget the memories inside
Now and forever, until we meet again...
30 jul 2010
1 - One
We find ourselves in a trip towards the interior of the nebula of Proxatar, at 36 knots.
It's difficult to stand that black barrier of sound that floats in our surroundings; white lights are coming cutting the monotony, right in front of my eyes.
I wonder what is the cause of that interspacial scream to which we travel to.
The voice of Proxatar asks us not to drip blood from our eyes so we don't disturb the sleeping snake.
In front of me, eternity silenced itself.
It's difficult to stand that black barrier of sound that floats in our surroundings; white lights are coming cutting the monotony, right in front of my eyes.
I wonder what is the cause of that interspacial scream to which we travel to.
The voice of Proxatar asks us not to drip blood from our eyes so we don't disturb the sleeping snake.
In front of me, eternity silenced itself.
2 - Two
Those mortal dreams that I suffered once I was born fell like stars untouched by sin. Whose experience was repeated like the most orthodox of methods.
My sight has been clouded as I enter, but I know with my ears about this uncertain future that awaits me.
Walk through space, black and open towards the one and only thought just before the pillars of my mind.
The Universe walked.
My sight has been clouded as I enter, but I know with my ears about this uncertain future that awaits me.
Walk through space, black and open towards the one and only thought just before the pillars of my mind.
The Universe walked.
3 - Three
Like an explosion of myths in an exhibition of feelings tied to the sins of man.
It studies the loss of death itself, whose sons it took under the ground, similar to a ship of illusions that reflect the eyes of the sky.
My heart stumbles with the truth of light and the strong implosions of my solitude.
And Silence spoke before me.
It studies the loss of death itself, whose sons it took under the ground, similar to a ship of illusions that reflect the eyes of the sky.
My heart stumbles with the truth of light and the strong implosions of my solitude.
And Silence spoke before me.
4 - Four
I was thinking about the chain of strong winds.
Like a shot, the last hope of man in its place passed before me.
I wondered what could that be, what would I see next, but something unknown attacked my state of complete stability, losing control. I cried for a comeback through the road of broken glasses that pierce my muscles.
And the melody was not late to the meeting.
Like a shot, the last hope of man in its place passed before me.
I wondered what could that be, what would I see next, but something unknown attacked my state of complete stability, losing control. I cried for a comeback through the road of broken glasses that pierce my muscles.
And the melody was not late to the meeting.
5 - Five
There's time that inferes and doubts about its holy prohibitions that don't disturb time as the broken link of kindness.
Worried, I knelt and nodded my head, kissing the ground that carried me, in the style of Harry Houdini.
There are no ears that receive the cries of help because everything in here is deaf.
Therefore, nothing will be heard.
Worried, I knelt and nodded my head, kissing the ground that carried me, in the style of Harry Houdini.
There are no ears that receive the cries of help because everything in here is deaf.
Therefore, nothing will be heard.
6 - Six
The mantle adheres me with its imperturbable gravity. It's an angel of purple attire that swears that it is the truth of lies.
The time is running out and destruction, along with perdition, is imminent, total decay and decrepitude of cosmic paper is stabbed by the thorn of betrayal and broken hearts.
They fell and perish, like needles through my eyes.
Thus, blood fell for the first time.
The time is running out and destruction, along with perdition, is imminent, total decay and decrepitude of cosmic paper is stabbed by the thorn of betrayal and broken hearts.
They fell and perish, like needles through my eyes.
Thus, blood fell for the first time.
7 - Seven
I decided not to ask for help, the rain was heavy and dark. I had to control my series of problems that water the sunflowers.
The voice comes closer by the hand of the end of times. Forged with fire and hammer, my actions were written over the multicolored facets of the furthest of the existing Suns.
On space I fell, turned and I was no more.
The beast will play...
The voice comes closer by the hand of the end of times. Forged with fire and hammer, my actions were written over the multicolored facets of the furthest of the existing Suns.
On space I fell, turned and I was no more.
The beast will play...
Meaningless
Find your stars- she said, following her words she turned away and vanished in a single moment.
Children singing in the endless depths of night.
Red reflection in my eyes.
Drone.
Crushing glass was all I heard, the harsh sound felt like splinters of ice penetrating the very center of my soul.
Meaningless words empty my space and the ink in my pen is finishing. (Ink has no place to be in here)
The righteous man... It fell aside my broken wings and learned to fly in the mist of the autumn nights of my last year in the final path of a destination unknown to mortals, singers and liars.
Children singing in the endless depths of night.
Red reflection in my eyes.
Drone.
Crushing glass was all I heard, the harsh sound felt like splinters of ice penetrating the very center of my soul.
Meaningless words empty my space and the ink in my pen is finishing. (Ink has no place to be in here)
The righteous man... It fell aside my broken wings and learned to fly in the mist of the autumn nights of my last year in the final path of a destination unknown to mortals, singers and liars.
14 jul 2010
It Was August, And The End Was Near
A shadow of what appeared to be a man arose high upon the plain early in the morning.
It was August, and the end was near.
In the distance, this silhouette appeared closer each time, what reminded me of past times, when hail, water and wind ravished the land and ice covered the plain in its entirety, like white blood spilling from my eyes, like tears within the rain.
Grey clouds ruled the sky and the Sun was not to be seen by the sight of the sinners and liars, nor to any mortal eyes. A fellow stranger passed by and greeted the walking kin that crossed his path.
I never heard from him again.
Cold winds hit my skin sharp as razors while everyone wished for the torment to perish a slow and crimson demise. The strange pilgrim that rushed upon the field caught my attention when he stopped. I had been sitting outside during the night thinking about miserable verses that would never be read, and here they are:
“Who are you, my fellow life? What is it that has brought you here?
Please do not tell me that you are here to make me suffer, for I will not bear it, please do not tell me that you are here to torment me, for I will be the rising Sun by dawn…”
And my ink did finish.
My eyes were open like mirrors absorbing fragments of light in the might of the morning as the rays of such light wandered through the plain.
I was too weak to follow my heart, but too strong to deny my feelings and too silent to ignore my will.
The stranger was close and I trembled with fear, it was August and the end was near.
The ghastly silhouette stood with all of its might right in front of my eyes, and whispered into the sky:
I am your best friend, and my name is…
My name is The End.
It was August, and the end was near.
In the distance, this silhouette appeared closer each time, what reminded me of past times, when hail, water and wind ravished the land and ice covered the plain in its entirety, like white blood spilling from my eyes, like tears within the rain.
Grey clouds ruled the sky and the Sun was not to be seen by the sight of the sinners and liars, nor to any mortal eyes. A fellow stranger passed by and greeted the walking kin that crossed his path.
I never heard from him again.
Cold winds hit my skin sharp as razors while everyone wished for the torment to perish a slow and crimson demise. The strange pilgrim that rushed upon the field caught my attention when he stopped. I had been sitting outside during the night thinking about miserable verses that would never be read, and here they are:
“Who are you, my fellow life? What is it that has brought you here?
Please do not tell me that you are here to make me suffer, for I will not bear it, please do not tell me that you are here to torment me, for I will be the rising Sun by dawn…”
And my ink did finish.
My eyes were open like mirrors absorbing fragments of light in the might of the morning as the rays of such light wandered through the plain.
I was too weak to follow my heart, but too strong to deny my feelings and too silent to ignore my will.
The stranger was close and I trembled with fear, it was August and the end was near.
The ghastly silhouette stood with all of its might right in front of my eyes, and whispered into the sky:
I am your best friend, and my name is…
My name is The End.
21 jun 2010
A nice quote.
"For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us."
Charles Bukowksi
Charles Bukowksi
15 jun 2010
Mentira
No preguntes, no hables
No veas, no sientas
Infiere y deduce
Y retrocede
No busques ni encuentres
No mientas y no te intereses
Porque tus intenciones son falsas
Y se sumergen
No rías y no corras
No vueles hacia mi
No pienses ni maldigas
La culpa reside en ti
Dejo con palabras ser
Me dejo con palabras caer
Y piensa en esta señal advertida
Que todo fue una mentira para sacarte de mi vida
No veas, no sientas
Infiere y deduce
Y retrocede
No busques ni encuentres
No mientas y no te intereses
Porque tus intenciones son falsas
Y se sumergen
No rías y no corras
No vueles hacia mi
No pienses ni maldigas
La culpa reside en ti
Dejo con palabras ser
Me dejo con palabras caer
Y piensa en esta señal advertida
Que todo fue una mentira para sacarte de mi vida
2 abr 2010
29 mar 2010
On Silence
Silence.
Silence is a powerful instrument. Silence can also bring you unstable states of mind.
Am I shy or what?
Silence is a powerful instrument. Silence can also bring you unstable states of mind.
Am I shy or what?
7 mar 2010
5 mar 2010
Upon The Plain
There rushed forth and high, shadows at dead end of night and mirrored in the sky.
Far, far away, beyond might of day, and there lay the land of the dead of mortal cold decay...
Far, far away, beyond might of day, and there lay the land of the dead of mortal cold decay...
30 ene 2010
The Wisdom of the Untold Truth
Resurrecting the hidden past is not a very nice experience for anyone, this will be a little reflection of many things that have made me be aware of many situations in our daily lives and not to fall down when something is out of order.
The Wisdom of the Untold Truth could be used as a metaphor, as something you can find the meaning only deep inside you when you hear it from other mouths... What can make you feel full of yourself until you can't take more and nothing could be wrong, there comes the hidden past, this other concept is always something that will most likely hurt, something you wouldn't expect, not at all. It's been almost a year since I discovered how wise is the untold truth when one does not know about its existence.
In what ways does this affect? Emotionally, mainly.
It's not bad, of course, to know this, but it's very hard to trust someone at times. If you trust someone and you ever resurrect the hidden past (in case it exists), you might feel A Fire Of Betrayal burning inside...
The Wisdom of the Untold Truth could be used as a metaphor, as something you can find the meaning only deep inside you when you hear it from other mouths... What can make you feel full of yourself until you can't take more and nothing could be wrong, there comes the hidden past, this other concept is always something that will most likely hurt, something you wouldn't expect, not at all. It's been almost a year since I discovered how wise is the untold truth when one does not know about its existence.
In what ways does this affect? Emotionally, mainly.
It's not bad, of course, to know this, but it's very hard to trust someone at times. If you trust someone and you ever resurrect the hidden past (in case it exists), you might feel A Fire Of Betrayal burning inside...
28 ene 2010
A Sudden Attack - Pars Tertia
Memories came to me, get out, calm down.
Yes, today is the day when the sudden attack came to me. Very much needed by now.
I see the light at the top of the pit coming closer, closer each time, I will be out of the pit very soon. A Sudden Attack in the right moment.
And, as the unwritten song sings...
Laughter was my ally.
In Saecula Saeculorum.
Yes, today is the day when the sudden attack came to me. Very much needed by now.
I see the light at the top of the pit coming closer, closer each time, I will be out of the pit very soon. A Sudden Attack in the right moment.
And, as the unwritten song sings...
Laughter was my ally.
In Saecula Saeculorum.
A Sudden Attack - Pars Secunda
Black morning, finished by now.
Silence was the biggest member.
II & III
No emotions.
Silence was the biggest member.
II & III
No emotions.
A Sudden Attack
On the first day, a change came out to its existence through my being, not entirely positive. Silence, indifference and sadness were a part of the day.
This is the story of an unfinished week.
On the first minutes, the problem was complicated, I was unable to understand. Of course I noticed the change, of course I saw the end of the end of the pit. I didn't belong there. I didn't belong there or anywhere.
Everything and nothing at the same time.
Grey evening, black night and black morning, I saw no improvement.
Like needles through my skin.
This is the story of an unfinished week.
On the first minutes, the problem was complicated, I was unable to understand. Of course I noticed the change, of course I saw the end of the end of the pit. I didn't belong there. I didn't belong there or anywhere.
Everything and nothing at the same time.
Grey evening, black night and black morning, I saw no improvement.
Like needles through my skin.
26 ene 2010
21 ene 2010
The Shore Of The End
If we started walking on a straight line with numbers in it, we'd never get to the end.
If we were just simple and sad sailors, we would swim on the shores of the end.
If we were just simple and sad sailors, we would swim on the shores of the end.
15 ene 2010
In My Free Minutes
In ten free minutes I could talk to you about today in the morning and today in the afternoon.
In nine free minutes I could talk to you about how good it made me feel to day listening to certain thing.
In eight free minutes I could write how much I expect from my writings in this blog.
In seven free minutes I could probably go and drink a glass of water.
In six free minutes I could pass a moment waiting and nothing more.
In five free minutes I could talk to one of my friends and seek for the advice I need.
In four free minutes I could read a page about Black Holes.
In three free minutes I could look for a nice song to play and enjoy.
In two free minutes I could decide whether to do it or not.
In one free minute I could express you my feelings of everything I just wrote.
Futile.
In nine free minutes I could talk to you about how good it made me feel to day listening to certain thing.
In eight free minutes I could write how much I expect from my writings in this blog.
In seven free minutes I could probably go and drink a glass of water.
In six free minutes I could pass a moment waiting and nothing more.
In five free minutes I could talk to one of my friends and seek for the advice I need.
In four free minutes I could read a page about Black Holes.
In three free minutes I could look for a nice song to play and enjoy.
In two free minutes I could decide whether to do it or not.
In one free minute I could express you my feelings of everything I just wrote.
Futile.
13 ene 2010
12 ene 2010
Crimson Skies
And there I was, laying on my bed without having full control over my body and unable to stop or quit. I felt despair running through me but I managed to control it as far as I could, I needed to have control.
The ghosts of the people I had seen before in total conciousness entered my room and left their belongings in the table that occupied the center of the room. But there was no table and there were no ghosts.
I listened and listened, time seemed to pass very slowly and I was getting tired of it. I stood up and moments after, cold water ran through my face.
I returned to my position and the ghosts were still walking in front of me and disappearing as soon as they left something on the table that was not really there. I knew this people. This people knew me. But they were not entering my room and this was all part of the dirty trick my mind was playing on me. I enjoyed each passing moment which seemed like eternity in front of my eyes with the only exception of being seconds passing and nothing more.
-Help- I whispered, -help... But nobody heard my call.
Scarlet, I thought, scarlet is the color of blood. My body kept moving on its own and my mind was floating around many things. I wanted it to end and at the same time I wanted to learn more from it. I was inside it. My journey lasted for a period of time that seemed like hours, time is a big mistery after all.
As I walked through the dark desert and the skies were crimson, the ghosts of the people that knew me kept entering and disappearing in my room.
Right in front of my eyes.
The ghosts of the people I had seen before in total conciousness entered my room and left their belongings in the table that occupied the center of the room. But there was no table and there were no ghosts.
I listened and listened, time seemed to pass very slowly and I was getting tired of it. I stood up and moments after, cold water ran through my face.
I returned to my position and the ghosts were still walking in front of me and disappearing as soon as they left something on the table that was not really there. I knew this people. This people knew me. But they were not entering my room and this was all part of the dirty trick my mind was playing on me. I enjoyed each passing moment which seemed like eternity in front of my eyes with the only exception of being seconds passing and nothing more.
-Help- I whispered, -help... But nobody heard my call.
Scarlet, I thought, scarlet is the color of blood. My body kept moving on its own and my mind was floating around many things. I wanted it to end and at the same time I wanted to learn more from it. I was inside it. My journey lasted for a period of time that seemed like hours, time is a big mistery after all.
As I walked through the dark desert and the skies were crimson, the ghosts of the people that knew me kept entering and disappearing in my room.
Right in front of my eyes.
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