martes, 25 de diciembre de 2012

Cuando el vaso cae

He visto leones en actitud dominante
He oido el agua correr sin nada que la moleste
He sentido el aguijon de una criatura
He olido el sudor del carnero
He estado embelezado por el número 7
He vivido el día a día
He añorado el pasado

martes, 18 de diciembre de 2012

Pre-End Manifesto

Time is ticking out, probably
Were the Mayans right?, we'll see
Do I regret some things?, sure thing
Would I do-over other things? Of course

I would sheath that sword,
...It did more harm anyway...
Shield first, bow my head in gratefulness,
that is what you would have expected...

Would've hug you more,
would've taken more pictures of you,
wouldn't let you go away,
would've remembered you more often...

Gifts, kisses, hugs, caresses, licks, eye-contacts,
You, her, that other one, 15 years, 10 years, 5 years...
Your breath, your mouth, your eyes, the in-between
Like stamps: repetitive ones, gold ones, unique ones

My gramps... faded, some says, some laughs,
Echoes in the wind nonetheless
My friend too... more of a scream now and then, than an echo
You too, even though you live...

Some places were a trip, some were not,
But still I got to be by your side on most of them
Even fulfilled a dream: Bono, The Edge and Muse too
How big the world seems now...

I do miss everyone who is not there anymore (or for the time being)...
Even the annoying ones, yeah, the fat one too (she was/is great)...
All my past friends, you share laughs with me, that fed me...
All my loves, some much more than others, but Martha is just one...

Furry animals, furry pets
How come we are not them? Life would've been more precious...
Can't take my games, or my Cd's, or my CB's...
Nah... can't do the pharaoh thing either...

Oh world, if you do end soon...
Well... I gotta say:
What a run it was...

May not be a complete angel... but the horns don't fit either...








jueves, 6 de diciembre de 2012

Multi-colored boat

Funny how secrets can tag along
You seem so distant while we whisper
And sometimes I feel so alone
But it is just a a wind-rider whimper

Miserable and guilt ridden freak
You looked away and fell in love
There was this person who was geek
And you thought he was the answer from above

You mumble some things but I knew secrets weren't your forté
You were always so straightforward
But, there is no but (I say this while sipping on a latte)
time has passed, we have to move forward

Hope you had hope, wish you had your wish
No we sail away on a multi-colored boat
You chasing some other fish
Me, trying not to drop my coat

We were what we were supposed to be
But somehow along the line
You ceased to be
I grabbed my coat and said: "That's fine"

While back at the boat you caught your second
Did you enjoyed it? (I hope so)
You were shy I reckon
Now go away, go, I plead for it

Now we sink...