miércoles, 29 de junio de 2011


Sobre una llanura quemada por el Sol,
mis lágrimas riegan la roja tierra
que nunca perteneció a ningún hombre.

Siento el aire como ardientes llamas
en mis fosas nasales,
recorren mi pecho,
llenan mis pulmones,
me queman por dentro.

El dolor es familiar.
Nunca conocí otro aire, ni otro sol,
ni otra cúpula celeste
como la que se alza
sobre mi abatida cabeza.

Un último canto para esta desolada tierra,
golpeada por herraduras de caballo
y ensordecida por el estruendo
de la lucha entre sus hijos.

No siente ya el batir de las alas del Halcón,
ni el ritmo del arroyo
mientras serpentea sobre su áspera superficie,
aliviando la sed de un sueño abandonado a su paso.

Llevo su dolor conmigo,
lloro sus amargas lágrimas,
aúllo con su quebrada voz,
y callo con su silencio infinito.


sábado, 25 de octubre de 2008

My Internal Paradox

How typical would it be to begin with an "I" or a "you"?
And how strange would it be if I could find the words I actually mean,
to tell you how you´re in my dreams...

But I can´t succeed.
I can´t fight to sing words
I could never speak.
It´s so hard to let go of a memory
which could never be held onto.

I´m so weary of not being able to stand up,
for it´s so difficult to erase the ghost of a touch
which I never felt.

I´m so confused from knowing
exactly what I want,
and still I know
that if I had never known you,
I couldn´t have loved you less.

It is impossible that you would know
something which was so clear.

You seem so close...
If only I could reach
I could touch you face,
your fadind grace,
you seem so faint,
you start to fade,
I turn away.

Silly as it is,
I ask the rain to wash away a feeling.
A feeling I could never show,
for I cannot yet see.

I can´t keep clinging to something
which was never in my hands,
can´t forget that which,
for the life of me, I can´t remember.

How can I wilt,
when never was I allowed a chance to blossom?
How can grow hate,
when love was never harvested?
How will I give away
a smile which was never mine to keep?

And yet I must face
a shapeless reality
in which I need you to know
how very much I need you to go...

But you were never here,
and I can´t heal
a wound which never blead.

Unfeeze my tender heart.
Unlock my open wings.
I´m such a huge part of something
that doesn´t even exist.

Dedicated to the person who inspired this piece,
who will never know how much he forced me to grow.
Thank you

lunes, 11 de febrero de 2008

Autumn Leaves

The falling leaves

drift by the window.

The autumn leaves of red and gold.

I see your lips,

the summer kisses.

The sun-burned hands I used to hold

Since you went away

the days grow long.

And soon Ill hear

old winters song

But I miss you most of all,

my darling,

When autumn leaves start to fall

Cest une chanson,

qui nous ressemble.

Toi tu maimais

et je taimais

Nous vivions tous,

les deux ensemble.

Toi que maimais

moi qui taimais.

Mais la vie spare ceux qui saiment

Tout doucement

sans faire de bruit

Et la mer efface sur le sable

les pas des amants dsunis

(Jacques Prvert, Johnny Mercer, Joseph Kosma)

sábado, 15 de diciembre de 2007

La niebla

En mi camino se cruzó, bueno,
más bien lo invadió todo, sin que yo me diera cuenta.
Quizá no quise ver que no podía ver nada.
No podía ver los árboles que le daban sombra a mi soleado camino,
no podía ver las pisadas que me habían llevado hasta ese punto,
no podía ver que mi camino avanzaba, constante, hasta donde alcanzaba la vista.
Creí que no quedaba mucho por andar.
Creí que ya no podían quedar recobecos que no pudiera comprender,
se me olvidó que aún podía aprender...
Quizá recordé que lo quería olvidar.
Fruncí el ceño y dejé que me envolviera la densa niebla,
tan densa que no pude ver que estabas a mi lado,
no pude ver que me tendías la mano.
Si vuelve la niebla no dejaré que se lleve la luz que ilumina mi camino,
mi largo camino,
del cual no conoceré fin.

a Pati, Nano y Hele, por vuestra paciencia y comprensión, y por quererme aún cuando no lo merezco. Os quiero más de lo que las palabras pueden expresar. Gracias.


viernes, 23 de noviembre de 2007


In the face of Change
that's when she turned to me and said,
"i'm not sure anymore..."
And there amidst the waves
and the cloudless skies
that blanket the year before,
I watch my life wash ashore.
Have you ever been a part of something
that you thought would never end?
And then of course it did.
Have you ever felt the weight inside you
pulling away inside your skin?
And then something had to give...

Now the lines are drawn
Is this feeling gone?
The best parts of this have come and gone.
And now that is all this is.
With the reasons clear
we'll spend another year
without direction, full of fear.
And now things will be different.
There's nothing simple when it comes to you and I,
always something in this everchanging life,
and it probably always will.
Now that time is getting harder to come by,
the same arguments are always on our mind.
We've killed this slowly fading light.

Now the lines are drawn.
Is this feeling gone?
The best parts of this have come and gone
And now that is all this is.
With the reasons clear,
we'll spend another year
without direction, full of fear
But now things will be different.

And now something has kept me here too long,
and you can't leave me if i'm already gone.
Well now something
has kept me here too long,
and you can't leave me
if i'm already gone...

Make the same mistakes we're always hanging on.
Break the promises we're always leaning on.
All this time spent waking up
Now I keep this line open to get this call from you,
as you speak the words that keep me coming back to you.
Now this time it's all different.
Now something has kept me here too long,
and now i'm gone...
-Rise Against

Para Hele, con todo mi amor y mi apoyo, esta canción que al escuchar no pude evitar que me recordara a ella.
Son difíciles los cambios, pero tengo fe en que sabrás aceptarlos cuando vengan, y harás lo mejor de la experiencia. Lucha por tu felicidad. Es lo mínimo que mereces y te lo debes a ti misma.
Te quiero.

domingo, 4 de noviembre de 2007

Retando a Murphy

Si los gatos siempre caen de pie,
y las tostadas siempre caen por el lado de la mantequilla...¿Qué pasaría si ataras una tostada con mantequilla al lomo de una gato y lo tiraras desde un quinto?

(Cortesía de Jacho y cía, con cierta licencia literaria. XD)

viernes, 2 de noviembre de 2007

Frightened of fear

Once again we´ve beat the sun
to a defeated, lightless puspose.
And if we dare to wish for hope,
we may find ourselves further from where we started,
further down in dissapointment.

We cannot bear another day of heartless,
aimless wandering.
We shall never walk again if all there is to guarantee
is that we will arrive nowhere.

All that´s keeping us alive is uneven breathing,
keeping our hearts beating,
keeping our pulse feeling like a ticking bomb
against our temporals.

Once again we lie our hearts out,
only to convince ourselves that we don´t hurt.
Hide the scars, deny the evidence,
and blame anyone who tries to open our blinded eyes
from our paranoied opression.

Just an obssesion,
which keeps us grinding our teeth loud enough
to drown the sound of their voices,
the pointed fingers,
the judging eyes of those who call us "them".

(January 2007)