The Words In My Mind

Fly with me in the dreams of my mind.

Touch my heart and see that it’s kind.

Hold my hand tight, would you mind?

My soul is hidden only for you to find.

Trust me or not, I will open up to you.

It’s the least thing someone like me can do.

I can fix your heart with nothing else but glue.

I can survive the fire, if you were there too.

You are taken, too late now for me.

Don’t want to impose nor sting like a bee.

Hate to confuse you, just drink your tea.

In the end I know, we were meant to be. 

In the past, I’m sorry, I made a mistake

Didn’t realize what we two could make.

I stumbled and failed upon the risk to take.

Sorry, relax. And drink your tea with cake.

Leave behind the guilt, and have a smoke

When I see you with my words I will choke 

We may not act for respect, but we can hope.

We are not saints, let’s leave that to the Pope.

I’m not a good poet, that much I know

I play with fire but I put it out with snow

This is the end, no more “go with the flow”

I say goodbye, and tie my thoughts in a bow. 

Despedida

Una despedida real a un mundo irreal, donde caballeros y damas rien de la vida.
Un adiós bien merecido a una sociedad equivocada y perdida.

Me despido de usted, de ella y de él.
Hago una reverencia,
me quito el sombrero
y me alejo, lentamente.

No me escapo con tinta en un papel.
Cara a cara me despego de sus redes
calumniosas y juzgadoras

que gritan, silenciosamente.

Un adiós señor, un hasta nunca señora.
Dudo si darles la espalda,
mientras en sus ojos veo
críticas que se quejan, soberanamente.

Lullaby

Things are things, all and all.

A strong wind passes me by.

I hear a stranger by the wall,

In whispers singing a lullaby.

The trees are naked, is it fall?

I close my eyes, hope not to cry.

See the thing that are beautiful.

Stand up straight; put your head up high.

Watch it go by, isn’t that dull?

When deep inside, you know you can fly.

Go with the flow and expect to grow,

Travel the world, but come back and say hi.

Busco

Busco siempre aquello que, a mis ojos, se camufla.
Aquello que solo tú puedes darme.
Nadie más que tú.

Busco siempre aquello que, según leyendas, saciaría mi sed.
Mi sed por sentir, eso que solo tú puedes hacerme sentir.
Y nadie más que tú.

Busco siempre aquello que, como en un rompecabezas, encaje.
Encaje con aquello que yo doy, con aquello que yo soy.
Pero solo tú me puedes señalar la pieza faltante.
Nadie más que tú.

Busco siempre aquello que, frente a mí, escapa.
Aquello que no puedo encontrar,
ni abajo de la cama, ni en el placard.
Aquello que solo tú me puedes mostrar...
Y nadie más que tú.

Busco siempre, por todos lados y con todos ellos.
Busco un amor que corresponde al mío,
busco un amor que me enamore consigo.

Different

We are not like you and him,

don´t care if you are fat or slim.

We don´t think like you and her,

if you wear cotton or you wear fur.

We are different, you and I

you feel safe down below,

we feel alive when we are up high.

We are hard to get to know,

when it all seems good, we have to go.

We are difficult to understand,

but always ready to give out a hand.

If you know how to look into our eyes,

you´ll se everything, but lies.

It´s a matter of minds, a matter of feelings

enough for today, I leave you my greetings.

In my sleep, I dreamt my dream

Madness and chaos all around

Distorted images, truth is never found.

Heights, water, fire and ice

A loveless pair of losing eyes.

Silent screams and senseless wars

Magic, angels and all is false.

Snow, rain and thunder fall from the sky

A revengeful murderer playing it shy.

Nightmare or dream, who’s my God?

I walk above a yellow stream, isn’t that odd?

To change, to move, to make it better

Too late, I lose, and it all gets wetter.

Mind over matter, soul over heart

Stop the suffering, wake up and be smart.

Somehow I figure, I have the power

And it all seems better, when I see the flower.

All alone on the bathroom floor

All alone on the bathroom floor. 

Naked, unprotected, did I lock the door?

I’m looking for something I cannot find. 

Not in my head nor even in my heart, 

for it’s hidden somewhere deep inside.

Hidden in the darkness, 

on a corner, 

deep into my soul…

In my reflection I can see 

my eyes are lying. 

They lie to me, so I lie to me. 

All alone on the bathroom floor. 

Naked, unprotected, and having locked the door. 

Just a sheet of paper and a pencil. 

Just thoughts and my trembling voice. 

I can hear the water falling to the tub,

I can see tears streaming down my face.

I whish this writing would stop, and so the water.

For whatever this is, is not a race.

I don’t need to bathe in my tears,

I don’t need to breath this steam.

I need to see, through the fog,

I need to know the path of my dream.

All alone on the bathroom floor. 

Naked, unprotected, could someone please unlock the door?