I need to disappear
hide in a warm dark place.
Avoid the noise that surrounds me,
push my thoughts aside.
Cover my eyes and collapse,
curl up and listen to my heartbeat.
The time will pass,
the light will go
for me to find the way out.
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My thoughts are back
this time in order, with sense;
I take control of my body
and fall off my daydream.
miércoles, 24 de abril de 2013
sábado, 13 de abril de 2013
Nocturno / Nocturne
El manto frío y blanco
me convierte en espía de la luna.
Blanca luz que esconde el infinito.
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The white and freezing cloak
turns me into a spy of the moon.
White light that hides the infinity.
me convierte en espía de la luna.
Blanca luz que esconde el infinito.
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The white and freezing cloak
turns me into a spy of the moon.
White light that hides the infinity.
martes, 2 de abril de 2013
NY
Leaving the lead sky behind
on a delayed flight
to the frontier of my dreams.
Grey and other urban shades
sketch the landscape,
The city endlessly pictured
where I become tiny.
Tarmac grid you hide known places
around every corner.
Fast yellow cabs dodge
the steam rising to the air.
Imaginary stories will happen
in your streets once I'm gone.
So familiar I wish to discover all of you
so vibrant I want to sit in your Park.
I steal some moments
wandering around
in common places for others.
on a delayed flight
to the frontier of my dreams.
Grey and other urban shades
sketch the landscape,
The city endlessly pictured
where I become tiny.
Tarmac grid you hide known places
around every corner.
Fast yellow cabs dodge
the steam rising to the air.
Imaginary stories will happen
in your streets once I'm gone.
So familiar I wish to discover all of you
so vibrant I want to sit in your Park.
I steal some moments
wandering around
in common places for others.
Departure
Dear Winter,
we wait for your departure.
Clear skies of shining stars
that frost our dreamtime,
we wait for your departure.
Icy wind against my cheeks,
my hands and feet,
they beg for you to be gone.
There was a woman once
stuck to a blanket...
We wait for your departure.
we wait for your departure.
Clear skies of shining stars
that frost our dreamtime,
we wait for your departure.
Icy wind against my cheeks,
my hands and feet,
they beg for you to be gone.
There was a woman once
stuck to a blanket...
We wait for your departure.
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