martes, noviembre 08, 2011

Unattainable mad love

I've been reminding my thoughts of you
beside you, right there next to you.
I've been trying to get rid of me
and this miserable pain.
No matter what I do. I can't.
This unattainable mad love
stays.

Never enough.
always reaching more.

Like a spirit lingers in thin air.
In higher grounds and trees,
someone like you will feel this, today.
Someone like me, tomorrow...
will remember the same.

jueves, noviembre 03, 2011

Melting doorstep

So she kinda took my glasses
and she was my rain and coat.
And she gave me the flu,
we are just like glue.

Yet it's bittersweet, we sing
we walk, we run and laugh.
Being ourselves together,
this day will rise and shine.

Darling, I'll take you home.
We could have some wine,
Oh baby, I'll make you mine.

You could be my ride,
cuz you are my only road.
My home.

sábado, octubre 29, 2011

Anyone else, but you .

Holding that back,
you chose to take one road;
waking life alone,
calling it your home.

Honey, what you really want is jump,
so don't worry, cuz you won't get hurt.
When you've flown, she will know.
If only you say it and don't.
When she's gone, you´ll know;
you are the first one she saw.

Waiting for a day to come;
when you build that boat,
when you make time stop.

You've said hopelessly in love,
But you know...time flies by
So don't wait until she's gone.
Cuz she'd fly away with you,
if you really wanted to.

You know... Now and then.
She's already gone with you.
Anyone else, but you.

lunes, octubre 10, 2011

Perfecciones aéreas.

Algunas palabras
mientras un ojo mira,
el otro recuerda.

La cola de una gata,
se mueve y camina.
Es un signo de interrogación que miente.
Contradicciones, medianas conexiones.

Las verdades que creemos,
el otro ojo, las mira solo.
Él cree que sabe, pero no es nada.
En su caso, incluso el aire es algo.

Las cosas no existen cuando las nombramos.
Perfecciones aéreas.
Algunas cosas,
perfecciones inciertas.

Somos iguales a las hojas que caen de los árboles.
Y las nubes son los árboles del cielo.