Mix

And when I hung up I still think about you... oh why... and what a mix it is:

Travis singing at Dallas while a man shaves his beard hoping to get funky at a black car (or a green one) while Ultraviolet blasts the speakers. Sincerely yours, Tom.

And then... reality...

The Moon

Step by step we all want to go up
We all want to reach the stars
Embrace them
Caress them
A few may reach them
Some will just pass by
Some will crash and burn
But a comet is not like a soaring star, is it?
Nor is a soaring star like an impending smile, right?
So, whenever I grin, smile, laugh
That sound, that smirk
Will blast off
Destination: not a star
No
It will bounce and bounce and bounce again
But it will reach its proper destination
The Moon
Why?
It's simple
It fills up a giant void, from the perspective of our earthly eyes
It's special
Cancer may bow to it, or probably some other diseases
But above all, it's beautiful
It shines
It's not a star, forget that
It's unique
It's simple, yet, amazing
No one will know its true secrets
But whenever you see it again
You will sea the Moon's spectacular smile against that dark cloak
Oh Beautiful Moon...

And yet the flutter goes on from time to time

I barely felt the fluttering
It was a quiet wind
The resonance of many things
The undeniable storm of reasoning

Lightnings, a bit of hale, and some mist too
All in all, in the corner of my eye
I did manage to ate it all into
But it also hushed the butterfly

How come some bright things are scary
While darkness in a room can be cozy
And it is not a tale of fairies
Simple plain darkness and you, you feeling lousy

Rumbling, aching, maybe something I ate
No, nothing like that, just a whisper of something old
Not a religious person, but entitled to have some faith
May I ask for a hug or at least a kiss down below, I'm cold

JK, I wouldn't ask that from you
Although, whatever the heart desires I can give
(and the fluttering returns right on cue)
Could it be a sexual thing or that it doesn't want to leave

Ayer y hoy

Ayer fue domingo
Hoy, lunes
Termina una semana y comienza otra
Ayer, se planteaba una interrogante con respuestas
Hoy, una posibilidad sin argumentos
Y la noche es eterna
Ayer contabamos historias del pasado
Hoy escudriñamos en secretos
Ando fracturado por ahi
Ayer, nos fundimos de placer entre gemidos y suspiros
Hoy, tan solo un beso se transmite
Ambos dias mi corazon redobla
Ayer tome una decision
Hoy, otra

La certeza contra lo desconocido
La linda costumbre contra la sorpresiva ignorancia

Y aun cuestiono...
Y aun pienso...
Pero igual sonrio...

En las palabras de Robert Smith: 

"If Only, but If only is a wish too late"

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

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...

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...