Baby blue, stay between the lines.
Honey dew, smoke it up at night.
Cheering them up, the arrogant boy.
Jazz's getting lost in that hazy joy.
You give them what they want
and they give you what you need.
It's not about the cash,
but about notoriety.
Still thinking of you,
from time to time;
your violent sight,
your Dadá wine.

I waited all night for a shooting star
to wish upon,
to feel its light.
But the night went by,
too numb to cry.
The stars looked petrified
from all their lies.
The meteors shined
for a way short time,
blinding my sight
with green and white.
At last the only hint of light
that would meet my eye
was the neon light
from a club nearby.

A girl singing in a club,
nothing stood out but the dark.
She sang a line that made me smother,
she summed up all of my days throughout
sometimes wish I'd stayed insde my mother,
never to come out
and then the piano notes floted in the air
falling softly like dust
melting everything it touched with no care,
my life was on the edge to combust.

The soul wants to get out of the body,
it pushes hard through the eyes.
I sight a plane far up high in the night sky
and I realize I am obssesed with freedom, a new sunrise.
The plane disappears behind a tall building
taking away the oportunity of being free in this city of the unkind.

Where is the kid I used to be? Where did she go?
Where is the love I used to breathe?
And I think, I wonder
why was it that we wanted to grow up?

Si usted no me recuerda
está bien,
me perdí en algún lugar
y tal vez ya no voy a volver.
Si usted no me recuerda
está bien,
mi esencia es de fantasma
y no me puede ver.

How is it that time
pushes me back and forth
How it is that life
makes me want to grow
The spirit grows old
My mind lost control
Survivals of war
The world won't reach its dawn

Los pensamientos recurrentes,
la desazón insistente,
la llovizna eterna,
la oscuridad interna,
el sol eclipsado,
el desierto inundado,
el triste olvido,
el mortal hastío,
el café frío,
los bolsillos vacíos,
la mirada perdida,
el paso de la vida.

I was fantasizing
about death and life
when I came across a wish
I had left behind.
Written digitally
so the tears won't blur the ink,
I felt my mouth dry
while I chewed gum of mint.

What a combination,
summer and wine.
You chase that purple dream.
Won't you hold me tight?
Keeping it cold,
meet me after midnight.
You showed and told me so,
how to stay more distant.
All the attention
is in rock and roll,
interrupting the kiss
just to sing along.
Oh, rosy quartz
clean this uncertain way.
Oh, moon and sun
bond us right away.

And I'm sorry if I keep on spinning.
I'm sorry I made you believe
that I was someone appealing,
that you could trust in me.

I'm not playing the victim,
I'm just trying to explain
that I'm always quitting,
that your efforts are in vain.

You wait for me
sitting on the couch
with a beer and a green.
I sit there by your side
in a beautiful night
silent and still.

Staying up late till the morning,
another day that wasn't saved.
Hanging from an old scar,
wishing you'd gotten out unscathed.

Con la sangre en la copa
y el rojo en la boca
realiza un ritual
de origen medieval.
Tal vez se ha vuelto loca.

La necesidad de un cambio,
casi desgarrador,
que promete una revolución
a nivel interior.
La palabrería
ha nublado toda la razón,
sin lógica alguna
ahora seguís al corazón.
Te lleva a situaciones
donde te disparan a quemarropa.
Ya deberías haber aprendido
a cerrar un poco la boca.
Aunque hay luz
por encontrar
todavía no sabes bien
dónde buscar.
Pero estás creciendo,
ya casi lo logras.
Cuando encuentres a tu gente
no te paran más.

Niega toda razón lógica,
absorto en un va y ven
de pensamientos incesantes.
Inmensurables fantasias
desgarrando la realidad.
Mientras el domingo
le da la bienvenida a la noche,
todos están moviéndose.
Paso los días abrazada
a la vieja soledad,
le digo que su visita ya es abrumadora,
pero aún así la invito a una taza de té.
Y pasa el día,
llevándose mis ganas,
llevándose un poco más de vida.

Will it become a part of me?
Can it renew my energy?
I'm afraid love's not here.
That fragile state is where we live.

Crossroads that lead to the same place
and it's somewhere far from grace.
But he finds peace in that purple haze
that takes his head up there in space.

I daydream about a joyful ride,
among friends, music and wine,
not worrying about the passing time,
sitting with my back against the pine.

But I open my eyes and it's all gone,
there's not a place to call home.
The aching inside burns up a hole,
filling it up has kind of become my role.

So, I disconnect to pass the days
but I still have those phantom pains.
Staying inside dreaming away
the blurry reality that's in decay.

Illuminated by the moon.
Her whispers come to me.
I show her that I listen,
I'll prove her that I see.
In a white summer dress,
barefoot by the creek,
with my loose long hair
and my soft pink cheeks.
Almost midnight time,
stones, herbs and tree barks,
kneeling on the grass,
going over ancient marks.
My silver hoops sparkle
and I begin to recite
a beesech to a force
unnoticeable to the sight.
Developed energies.
Astral effect;
my state of mind goes higher
so my wish I can project.
I feel its presence;
It thickens the air.
The wind blows stronger.
I can feel its piercing stare.
I command you my will
and I order you to bow
as I start to float inside the circle
baring my tar black soul.
The moon is still there,
up there in the dark sky.
It giggles and whispers:
*You belong to the night.

A face no one remembers
touched by the winter breeze,
dejected, walking with no rush
through streets that scream
You don't belong in here!
Looking for a hole in the ground
to lie down and sleep,
even when it's too cold
to decompose and disappear.
Red nose, watery eyes,
quietly humming a song
that no one seems to hear.
Stepping up the pace,
wishing to be headed somewhere else
than the pale yellow cracked paint house.
Cars passing by,
not a single friendly face
behind the steering wheel.
The cold pierces to the bone,
keep on walking, almost "home",
ease the coldness with a hot coffee.
And you travel through that state of mind,
never cured, never improved,
but you hope for it to change over a night of sleep.

You may be what I need,
what will wake me from sleep.
An holographic dream,
a mix of love and ******.

La de amores intermitentes y fugaces.
A quien le dan un intento pero no dos chances.

La de encuentros efímeros a escondidas.
Escapes irreales, soñadas huidas.

Su tímida personalidad versátil
en ocasiones se torna agobiantemente volátil.

Tiene esa extraña energía que la hace genuina,
de cada rosa muerta conserva una letal espina.

La que camina a través de la multitud
con la cabeza en alto y una desafiante actitud,

con su corto vestido ajustado
y labios de rojo tirando a morado.

Muchos la devoran con una mirada ardiente.
Secretamente eso es lo que espera impaciente.

Guiña un ojo e irrumpe sin previo aviso.
Te invita al lado equivocado del paraíso.

Especialmente a vos, nudillos de luchador.
Vos, que llevas ese mote de ganador.

Sus coloridos caprichos a los demás alteran,
pero ella actúa como si no lo supiera.

Y en sus solitarias caminatas a veces hace una parada
en aquel café donde la triste rutina se ve pausada.

Pide un jugo de naranja y se sienta en una mesa de afuera,
el vestido se le sube demasiado pero sabe lo que genera.

Piernas cruzadas provocativamente,
su lengua juega con el sorbete de forma inocente.

Su piel de seda emana cierta energía
que te golpea con imágenes de todo lo que le harías.

La de pícaras sonrisas, labios sabor miel,
sabe que de sólo pensarlo te quema la piel.

The rain has stopped
but the sun is out sight.
The sky is cloudy grey
and I've grown numb.
I think I miss the pouring
hitting on my skin,
at least I had something
to make me feel.

Maybe after some months
– or years –
I'll meet your eyes again
and maybe then,
you'll be able to love me.
Or maybe,
just maybe,
I'll have already forgotten you.
Hopefully.

I loved you.
You,
with your distance,
your lack of affection,
the fugacity of your loving,
the minimum attention.
You,
with the meaningless kisses,
the passionless love making,
the forced caresses,
always causing me deep aching.
I loved you like that,
just the way you are.
Bittersweet and all,
I wanted you.
But not anymore.

You cannot blame the wind
for the mess it has done.
It was you who left the window open.

I promised myself
I wouldn't write about you.
Not a sinlge line.
But you know,
I still keep that picture
in the second drawer
of my night table.
I stil try to find
what is not there.
desperatly
I still hold my pillow at night
pretending it's you.
I allow myself to sin
(way too much)
but maybe in that way
it will all get out my mind
someday,
somehow.

Y es que nadie sabe
cuánto añoro
esos gentiles labios
que acababan
con mi triste soledad.
Y es que ya no encuentro
una muestra de cariño
que de un solo golpe
se lleve la tempestad.
¿Volverás algún día?
Vaya uno a saber.
Sólo sigo pensando
en todo lo que pudimos ser.