The Ghost Inside

I will steal your pencils and your rubber
because I want to draw another story...
one story of you out of my life.

doesn't matter how far I am from you,
I feel you like I know you since I was born

Will you fight for my lost soul
as I have always fought for you?

Pretend to be

Sometimes I feel like there's no relationship that
matters your efforts, always you discovers that
all the princes/princess have a beast inside...
So, what do you do if you feel so alone when
you stay in a crowd...
I just want

just walk away.
Lift me up, let me GO.

HATE rainy(and windy) nights

why?

because i miss you so much, i remember when i was praying
with you to fight my fear, when you said always to me that
you were there, that i didn't had to have fear...
sometimes i hear your voice like it was yesterday the last
time i speak with you...but...you left me 3 years ago...
how fast time has come and past...but memories can ever last forever...
so wake me up...when September ends.

You are gone...buf I know
that i will never be lonely
I love you so much, my Angel

So when I'm lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel that love is dead
I'm loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong

In the shadows

Only....FEAR

I hate this nightmare.

Armonía

Ojalá pudiera controlar los latigazos sensoriales que me inhundan
de un tiempo a esta parte...ira desbocada, miedo irrefrenable, cariño
a borbotones, deseo desconmesurado, locura crónica...

Piensa, repiensa y vuelve a pensar...como en un corro de la
patata en el que no dejas de jugar...

¿Es la imitacion de la naturaleza el verdadero conocimiento de
las cosas, o hay que echarle imaginación al asunto?

Warning Sign

Quizas solamente busco una señal de peligro,
o tal vez un tren nuevo que tomar...
a lo mejor es necesario que abandone este
tren viejo y destartalado que no lleva a ninguna
parte, en el que me monté aún sabiendas de que
sus salidas estaban oxidadas y me iba a costar
bajarme porque me gusta conocer sus históricos
interiores...parches de otras épocas que no
todo el mundo los ve con ojos iniciados...
estoy...aturdida,
confundida.

The Violet Hour

Cuanto menos te tengo, más necesidad tengo de ti.
formas parte de mi anatomía, pienso contigo y sin
ti...sin ti no soy nada.


...XXI - VII - MMXVIII...