Ding Dong

Can’t find a good reason
For writing this words…
Can’t fight a better reason…
For still looking for you
Can’t find the best reason…
For feeling the way I do…

A little bit strange, the way I feel tonight.
A little bit awkward the way I saw your writing this night.
After all those days that became centuries,
I’m still, in some way, a bit chasing cars.
Going back to those stars..

I can feel the pain.
I prefer to pray.
I can see your eyes.
How much do I need his hands!

Play cold or swim in the pool?
The Liverpool band was first.
Kind of feeling better..
Guess this things happens every night
Yet every time..

Still, don’t want to be afraid.
I would prefer not to let it into my heart.
Nevertheless, It’s open for him.
Like it used to be for you & for you,.

While I give you my best wishes
I’m continue hopping for the best
Feeling this way
Smiling after this little game.
Trying to focus in those bells.
Ding dong, over and over again.

Pentagrama

De punta a punta fluye gris.

Bien y mal.

Bloqueo de función, sustituto de anís.

Muy bien, muy mal.

Extremo y conquista de esto que inunda...

Esto ya inunda el suave y nocturno desliz.

La vida en recuerdos fugaces/felices.

Terrores nocturnos: desencantos diurnos.

El agrio corroe el dulce de ayer.

Incoloro y constante brebaje, ya fue.

Hormigueo sin movimiento, chispa sin luz.

A la espera del sueño: diurno, nocturno o profundo.

La même chose, c'est la!

Entre el blanco y el negro: espectro de luz.

Entre el infra y el supra: pentagrama azul.

Sin la sintonía suprema.

Sin el contraste que anhela.

Sin la misión de su alma.

Con la promesa de ayer y el futuro que aguarda.

Cherry Champaign Cocktail

The bubbles are here
The lights are there
I’m still walking on the hall
Looking for you
Looking for us.

I’m so afraid of missing you.
I’m so afraid of not doing it.
I’m so glad you’re fine
Cuz in this way, it just feels divine.

I’m counting the hours with no success.
I’m counting the minutes with no much to express.
I’m here with my heartbeat
A bit of obsess

Cherry Champaign cocktail
Tickle my breath.
Fly me away.
Feel me this way.

In this parallel world
I’m starting to see
I’m ready to feel
I’m learning to be

Melting with your eyes
Staring at your soul
Dreaming of your voice
Stop thinking it to much

Take it.
Leave it.
Feel it
Feel me.
Can you taste the cherry in the end of these words?

Bittersweet Amend

I’m still keeping the most wonderful words.
I can’t find them; I just found your smile,
as if you were coming up from inside.
This zsa zsa zsu night after night.

You’re in each fantastic simple thing.
In every flower, tap step or silly joke.
My heart wants to go for a walk.
Every day I want to hug you more and more.

I can’t even remember your voice.
Still, I know it’s beside me.
There is no real image of us,
Still, I can’t stop picturing it.
Without definition of a real “us”
Still, I dream you, cuz I’m learning to feel you.

There is no big ending,
This is not close to the way of starting.
Simple boats are my words,
in this ocean of feelings over and under my skin.

What do you want?
What do I mean?
Since the moment we met,
This one was for you,
Neither for me nor us.

To walk, to run, to wish, to wait,
There’s no magic spell.
Practical magic in searching.
Keep searching.
In the beginning or end
You are here and there.
My bittersweet amend.

Cuatro

Empecé a soñar con un nuevo comienzo,
Comencé a pensar que nada era cierto.
Certidumbre de las estrellas constantes en el cielo:
Soledad que alumbra el silencio.

Despegar al futuro incierto.
Otoño que permanece en invierno.
Calida brisa, murmullo, quebranto,
Sollozo perdido entre las hojas guión letras.

Fue en un jueves después de las cinco:
El efecto tuvo su reacción,
Prematura invasión.
Minutos constantes de ilusión.
Horas recurrentes de dispersión.
Años, son años de simple intuición.

Primero la magia, después mi visión.
Dos veces caí.
Tres veces mire.
Cuatro mas sonreí.
Hasta ahora el quinteto no trajo emoción.
Por ahora el sexto me causa dolor.
Paisaje retrato de fuerza y valor.

Holding your hand

What started as a game…
It was definitely getting through its end.
What’s the difference between big and bigger?
What’s the point in believing or dreaming?
Why your falling soul keeps breathing?
You will never believe how I miss you tonight.
You will ever don’t think how the story should might.
If I’m smiling in the dark it’s just because of my secret dream.
If I want you tonight, lets hope not is because deep secret fear.
So where is the magic?
Where do you keep the fireworks?
I believe in your eyes, I believe in your heart.
I can barely find mine.
Maybe when the ding dong rings will be too late.
Maybe when you smile again I won’t be there.
Perhaps my dump dream will keep that way.
Perhaps my dream will be never yours.
Perhaps we just live in this fantasy world trying to getting it real.
Where one day you will be just fine, really calm:
The night in which I’ll get used to another hand.