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...

Como es que era

No hay razón para pensar lo contrario,
Aunque me imagino como serias en otra realidad:

No llevas esa carga sobre tus hombros
Cuentas anecdotas que de verdad son una fantasia
Huyes de la realidad, te refugias en mi pecho
Caes dormida a las 3 am, y fumas tabaco
El cine europeo te mola, el gringo es cutre
Tus padres han vivido una vida plena pero con espacios vacios
Ser la unica te ha hecho insoportable
El viento en tu rostro mientras conduces, te produce escalofrios
La muerte es algo que temes
La vida es algo que amas de a ratos
La noche te incomoda tanto como tus gatos
Aborreces pensar en el pasado
Anhelas el futuro pero te refugias de lleno en el presente
No hay cambio en el supermercado nunca...

Ahora me retumba un grupo mexicano...

Longing

Your sweet mouth,
that tender tremble,
eyes gone white,
your skin underneath,
getting oh so loud,
your sweet mouth around,
that sweet taste,
I long for it once again,
nails,
bites,
a silent scream,
I do long for it.

Ardor ocular

Me arden los ojos.

No por lagrimas que quieran salir.

Tengo un tic en uno, y arde.

Divago en mi mente y divago en las teclas.

(aun me siguen ardiendo los ojos)

Pienso y pienso y pienso.

Llego a conclusiones, a resultados.

Pienso en posibilidades, probabilidades.

Y aun siento que mis ojos lloran seco.

A veces me pregunto.

Pero ahí mismo me respondo.

O sencillamente no lo hago, a veces el misterio es bueno.

Cuanta somnolencia, cuanto ardor.

No necesito Creareyesil (o como se escriba).

Duermo despierto ahora.

Y sueño con ver un rostro.

Quizás por ello arden?

No se.

No podría saberlo, no?

Voy a ver si sueño de otra forma...

Y me quito este "#$"# ardor...

A lo Snicket

Una historia de boca en boca siempre es buena cuando sabes las dos versiones.
Si preguntas a historiadores o gente con algo de cultura te diran que Napoleón, Cesar o Hitler fueron unos Hijos De Puta.
Ahora, es probable que Maria Antonieta, Cleopatra o Eva dijeran lo mismo a sus allegados...
Sin embargo, cuando estos allegados hablaban con Napoleón, Cesar o Hitler se daban cuenta que existían dos versiones de la misma historia... Es claro, ellas contaban lo que convenia al pueblo.
Que curiosa es la historia, enseña que la verdad es tan afilada como un sable, pero usada en la oscuridad... no sabes quien es el ejecutor ni quien la victima...