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domingo, 17 de mayo de 2015

On the opposing side

We walk on the opposing sides
of one same street,
We are parallel lines
that shall never meet,
I want to reach out my hand
and touch your wavering heart
but you take a step back
and I lose my chance.

I try to call out your name,
to ask you to stay,
"Don't move away,
I'm coming your way",
you smile at me
from the opposing street
Did you hear it?

We stand on opposing sides
of one pedestrian crossing,
Are you waiting for me?

But the light turns green
and you just walk pass me,
and we are now once more
opposing lines 
of a single railway. 

Orbiting around each other
but never ever meeting,
Can I satisfy myself
by walking the same rail
unable to reach you?

What does it take
for you to turn around
and look my way?
You don't have to move,
I will walk to you,
You just have to wait.

I will touch your soul
a sunflower a day,
for you are the sun
I revolve around.

If you take my message
you don't have to come,
just wait a bit,
I will run to you.

From opposing sides
of one same street
if I reach out to you

Will you wait for me?

-Inspirado en "Falling for Innocence"-


viernes, 8 de mayo de 2015

The Red Lights of Shanghái

Walking down the riverside,
Yangtzé is full of pride,
I leave the red lights behind,
wave farewell to Shanghái.
 
I left my heart in a golden cage,
a single man bears the key,
he owns this time and age,
he is a king,
the bearer of gold and outrage.
 
 
He walked me down the stage,
rose me up to his realm,
dressed me up on silk and jade
and walked me down the aisle of his pretend.
 
I'm a simple lady,
I don't wish for much,
open up your heart
and I will gift you mine back.
 
I'm leaving Shanghái,
the red lights behind,
I know that your love
is just a lie...
 
So I'm leaving Shanghái
and my heart behind
 
You put a crown upon my head,
and in gold chained my wrists,
you locked up my heart
and left it to starve for dreams
 
I'm a simple lady
I don't wish for diamonds,
if you say you love me
I'll give up my heart for you
 
I'm leaving Shanghái,
the red lights behind,
your love for me
was just a lie...
 
So I'm leaving Shanghái
 
Live a trophy on your stand
you paid for me, you dressed me up,
you bought my body, I gifted my heart,
I have nothing left but pride and hurt
 
I'm a simple lady,
I don't wish for gold,
if you tell me "I love you"
I'll love you in return
 
I'm leaving Shanghái
the red lights behind,
your loving words
were but a lie...
 
So I'm leaving Shanghái,
the red lights and you behind,
you showed me around,
a trophy of your hunt,
I loved you in return,
I lived a dream,
a fantasy,
among the red lights
of Yangtzé's riverside.
 
But I woke up
and so...
 
I'm leaving Shanghái
and the red lights behind.


miércoles, 22 de abril de 2015

A woman from planet Earth

You never loved me
the way a human being
should love another.
You dressed me up in wonder,
said I was a goddess, not your lover,
you built me an altar full of flowers
and worshiped the illusion of perfection.

You let me dance among the stars,
said my red carped was Mars,
you were the moon, my satellite,
I was the Northern Star on your sky.

'Till you opened your eyes
to discover nothing else
than a woman born in planet Earth

I fell down from Heaven,
a shooting star you wished upon,
but when you reached out
you saw I was nothing but a rock,
a woman born in planet Earth

You thought I flew,
I had wings,
but I walk too,
the same as you,
I'm but a human being

I'm no goddess
and you couldn't love me,
this woman born in planet Earth

You fell for a fantasy,
got down to your knees
and worshiped my feet,
but you can't stand up
and walk hand in hand
with this woman who's me

I never asked 
to dance among the stars
to walk the red carpet in Mars,
for you to be my satellite,
to be the guide in your night sky

I only wished to be loved,
but you could never love
this humble woman from planet Earth

I still think I'm dressed up in wonder,
but if you can't stand my faults,
the scars and voids inside my soul,
it's time to call it over.

I'll jump from my altar
to the earthly ground,
fall down from your heaven,
cut my wings and cry out loud
I'm just a woman from planet Earth

You couldn't love me,
I walk away,
I may not fly
but there's no fault in my steps,
I'm a beautiful woman

born on planet Earth.


domingo, 19 de abril de 2015

The plus nine time

Streetlamps light the night,
they may seem pretty from afar,
but seen upfront they are just
artificial.

In this artificial land,
you stand among them all,
you... the only natural one.

When did you enter my world?
Like a gentle spring breeze
you swap my heart. 

You are standing there,
just beside me 
but miles away.

I don't have the courage
to reach out my hand
to you,
to you
to you...

I love you,
I love you,
I love only you,
-sings my heart

You are beautiful,
you are beautiful,
you are the most beautiful,
- can't you feel it all?

It's the plus nine time,
we are standing side by side,
you are smiling silly
to a joke playing in your mind

Night time whispers in my ear
that now it's the right time,
I reach out for my courage
but I open my eyes and you are gone

I never made a move

You were standing there,
just beside me 
but miles away.

I call out your name,
you turn around
and look me in the eye

I try to find the words
but they are stuck in my throat,
I end up saying goodbye
and you smile.

And you walk away

And again
I'm on my own.

I don't have the courage
to reach out my hand
to you,
to you
to you...

I love you,
I love you,
I love only you,
-sings my heart

You are beautiful,
you are beautiful,
you are the most beautiful,
- can't you feel it all?

Your back against the streetlamps
seems lonely,
It's Valentine's 
and I'm not by your side.

I've been a butterfly
dancing from flower to flower,
paper flowers,
scentless flowers,
false flowers in my garden,
but to the one true rose
that blossoms in my heart
I seem unable to
find the courage to have.

Something ignites in my soul,
it's the plus nine hour,
Nighttime whispers in my ear
that now it's the right time

And suddenly I wake up
and reach out to my courage
and I run to you,
run to you,
run to you...

I love you,
I love you,
I love only you,
-sings my heart

You are beautiful,
you are beautiful,
you are the most beautiful,
- can't you feel it all?

The clock strikes twelve,
Valentine day is over,
your shadow beneath the streetlamp
embraces another man's shadow,
the fantasy is broken.

It's the plus nine time,
you may be by my side,
but you are miles away.

I was a coward,
I was too late,
too late,
too late...
to shower
my one true flower.

Street lamps light the night,
they may seem pretty from afar,
but seen upfront they are just
artificial.

My artificial heart
is stopping now,
you were the only one,

my one true flower.
-Inspirado en "Plus Nine Boys"-


jueves, 16 de abril de 2015

¿Qué eres?

¿Qué eres
sino una palabra en el silencio,
un sueño cuando yazco despierto,
el último recuerdo que me visita
cuando duermo?

 ¿Qué eres sino amor?



jueves, 9 de abril de 2015

Haz el amor y no la guerra

En un soleado día de primavera
cuelga el arma,
desviste tus creencias,
viste otra piel
y sal a pasear.

Escucha el trino de los pájaros,
contempla las flores en los árboles
y los campos disfrazarse de colores,
los niños salen a jugar.

Su risa pende del aire,
música para las calles,
te inunda el corazón,
como aquella muchacha lozana
con su vestido de flores
que languidece al sol.

Si te parece hermosa
prende en sus labios una sonrisa
y de sus cabellos una flor,
abandona en sus curvas la locura
y baila al son de la paz y su razón.

Tú que arrastras el nombre de Dios,
lo recitas,
lo gritas,
lo clamas,
y Dios muere un poco cada día
con cada niño que siembras
bajo una lápida.

Tú que llevas la muerte
prendida en los labios,
tú que siembras las aceras de metralla
y recoges los frutos de la guerra,
tú, desnúdate de violencia
y viste la primavera.


martes, 31 de marzo de 2015

A white dead flower

She picked a flower by the road,
a white, dead, flower,
beneath the wandering moon,
a white, dead, flower,
she brought it home,
a white, dead, flower,
she put it in a vase,
a white, dead, flower
and it flourished again,
the white, dead, flower.

A white, living, flower.

But why could not her love
flourish again?

In the vase of her heart
a dying flower.

-Inspirado en "Glass No Ie"-


A silent man

A man is watching the moon,
a silent man,
he's drowning in memories,
Could the moon be
a window to the past?
Flowers are withering in the heart
of a silent man.

-Inspirado en "Glass House"-




martes, 17 de marzo de 2015

Las estaciones del corazón

¡Cuán hermoso ver
el paso de las estaciones!
La primavera que se anuncia
en la sonrisa de las flores,
los botones de oro que visten
el jade de los valles
y el aroma de las mimosas
que disfraza el aire.

El suspiro del viento
acaricia mi oído,
habla de tiempos pasados,
susurros de olvido.
Al él le entrego mis secretos,
lo que en voz nunca digo,
que despido el invierno
de mi corazón consentido.

Visto la nostalgia
en tonos vespertinos,
sobre un lecho de camelias
abandoné un camino,
el amor de otra vida
yace allí dormido,
en las eternas noches
de los meses fríos.

Mientras me despido
esa parte de mí que nunca duerme
sabe que nunca abriré mi corazón
como a ti con nadie,
sabe que no me amarán
jamás como tú me amaste,
sabe que nunca amaré
como a ti te amé.

Pero también sabe
que el querer es capricho,
que no puede unir dos almas opuestas
bajo un mismo destino.

En el ocaso de mis sentimientos
he sido la daga
que cercena tu lamento,
no sigas mi luz
solo lleva a fuego,
en mi corazón helado
no está tu sendero. 

Solo nos hacemos daño,
he terminado este engaño,
con la honestidad
llamo al final de nuestro calendario
y el mes de febrero
ha pasado en duelo,
pero el sol asoma
siempre tras las eternas noches
del largo, frío invierno.

El solsticio 
llama a un nuevo comienzo.

viernes, 13 de marzo de 2015

Érase una vez

La distancia
se asienta entre nosotros,
una extraña,
extranjera a nuestra sinsubstancia.

Érase una vez
cuando existíamos nosotros,
érase una vez.

El tiempo difumina los trazos,
pinceladas de un mañana que se esfuma,
a la deriva se funde aquel lazo
que cohesionaba a la realidad
un cuento sin hadas que fuma
su última calada de fantasía
antes de aterrizar. 

Érase una vez
lo que fuimos,
érase una vez
lo que no somos,
érase una vez.

Voces que reverberan 
desde las profundidades del recuerdo,
retazos de promesas
que se encadenan al pasado,
tiempo desangrado en verso
y nosotros
que una vez fuimos
pero ya no somos,
que fuimos
y no somos,
ni seremos. 

Por aquel
érase una vez


jueves, 5 de febrero de 2015

Muerte en verso

Blande su pluma el poeta,
sangre en tinta derrama
sobre un cementerio de promesas
hiere de muerte a su amada.

La inspiración le susurra
sonetos de amor al oído,
y entre oda y oda entrega
su nombre al licor del olvido.

Compone al desencanto
y en rimas desnuda el engaño,
en palabras le erigió el paraíso
y ella robó el fruto prohibido. 

Fue una vez rico de espíritu
aunque pobre de bolsillo,
y le entregó a su golondrina
el oro y plata de su sino. 

Ahora ella ha volado lejos
con las alas de sus versos,
se ha erigido poesía
y se esfuma en fantasías.

Blande su pluma el poeta,
lágrimas en tinta derrama,
bajo un cementerio de ilusiones
entierra a su amada ilusoria.