Palabras sin sentido,
ven la luz del día,
aunque no tienen motivo,
nacen dormidas.
Rimas que consuelan
mi falta de control,
llenan el espacio
carente de rol.

Love hurts
whether it's good or bad
Love hurts
and the one bruised is the heart

I've seen your eyes
and I've heard your voice...
They don't say the same.

I grab my phone,
no messages at all.
I look at the clock,
it works no more.
I say hello,
the replay is an echo.
I sit in silence
trying to let go.
I look down to my hand,
the bruises bleed again.

And I understand that I have waited for too long
and all I've ever known is gone.
I'm alone.

Lead me to the dark blue ocean.

Push me down, help me sink.

It can’t get any darker.

I am ready, drowning is my will.

Mujercita soñadora
de labios color cereza.
Músico de bares
de labios sabor cerveza.

Él la consumió
como a los 20 cigarrillos
que fuma por día.
Jamás aclaró
que a largo plazo
no la quería.

Y cuando se fue,
lo hizo sin decir adiós.
Músico de cuarta,
el enredo lo causaste vos.

Summertime, loneliness and fear.
Oh, how I wish to have you near.
I'm voiceless calling you nonstop
and life makes me hate its plot.
See, I try my hardest to summon
a glimpse of your love to keep for me alone,
but the only thing I get from this mister
is his lustfull voice falling to a whisper.
I do not want him to be gone
but he will not stay for long
even if I put that ruby lipstick on
or when I let my silk dress slip off.
Flashing led light, cyan.
"Do not rush in" say the wise men.
But you now have that golden suntan
and I want it to happen as fast as it can.
The story is clear and I can see
this will soon only exist in me.
For I could hold your hand but not your arm
and I am sure you never meant no harm.
Distracted mind that you carry,
we could have had something legendary.
Just keep in mind when it ends and you are gone
your memory in my heart will live on.

I would break my heart in two
to take you out of there.
I would cut my brain up
just to forget.

It's Tuesday 23 of January and I'm trying to forget
the nervous wreck I've been lately. All for you; the stone wrapped by velvet.
Because you say that it's fine but I know that you lie.
You hug me some nights but never too tight.
The man who's a stone is so cold it burns,
and he makes me beg but he's already gone.
The bluish grey smoke hits my face. Is it allowed to smoke inside the bar?
As the place fills with... let's say haze, I admit cigarettes are better for me than you are.
It's a tug of war game and I want to yell ''Hey!
It's not fun, please stop, I can't breathe from all the mud."
It's been a week and a half since I saw you
and it makes me depressed because my mind's all about you.
You promise this will change
as you turn off your phone to travel with your friends.
It's 12:45 am and I'm waiting, you said we'd meet. Once again you were lying and... here comes the anxiety.
But then you answer almost at 2 am, getting in bed to sleep, there's no time for me, said your were with the team... is that were you've really been?
My friend Ro is so in love she cannot go and see me.
My mom just yells, she's not stable. Another night with no dinner on the table.
My dad's at work and when he's home it's just his ghost, I'm alone.
And when you're here, just once a week, you seem happy but then you leave and I'm filled with unease.
My heart slowly beats as I beg you please
but you ignore and you don't call, you meet them all
but not me.
So I lose control but I stay at home and to you I reproach but all your words mean nothing if you never show.
Please don't go, please don't go.

I saw the plane,
I stared at the white mark,
it cut through the sky
dividing the world.
Which side am I on?

The absence of will
What it takes to feel the thrill?
Bury yourself in bed
Waiting for life to reach its end
Goodbye
Don't cry

I no longer
try to avoid the arrows
that are thrown at me.
I let them sink deep into my skin.
I no longer care
to stop the bleeding.
How am I still alive?

The innocent girl
is searching for a man
in all the wrong places.

Wants to grow up fast
and prove a point,
and find where grace is.

Wants to form a gang,
wants to run the world,
wants to become a woman.

Laying in bed,
picturing herself
being the cruel one.

Surrounded by guns and bad men.
The baddest *****,
the one not to trust.

You want to know
what she's made of,
careful not to mess up.

Because she's dysfunctional
and dangerous.
She's willing to do all the don'ts.

She will keep on dreaming
and searching everywhere
until she gets what she wants.

Land of no one,
devastation at sight.
This body of mine
seems to have no pulse,
the feet keep it moving
but in slow motion.
There's a war approaching
and nobody to fight.
This piece of land
has stayed behind.
The steps of my feet
are not enough
to get out.

Today
more than ever
I long to be in your arms
to make it all feel better
to fade away these scars

No sé si soy tonta
o me hago,
tal vez es esto de estar enamorados,
pero tengo un poema de amor guardado
por cada día que paso con vos.

Neighborhood baby
selling her lie
of being bold and happy
most of the time.
Fed up of daydreaming
about a better life.
Pleasing everyone else
is the sickness of pride.
***** princess, lazy lover
who's deepest side
is a madness of beauty
that'll get you flying up high.
But careful who you're talking to
when she's mad, heart dried,
cause she's soft as a petal
and sharp, thorn alike.

No hunger, no stains,
just numbness and decay.
A phantom, an old pain,
still consumig from the veins.
Getting through each day
with empty masquerades.
The staring role has lost its part
and now just wanders round the park,
sitting on benches under the dark,
pretending to be one of those who leave a mark.

I idealized you
and the possibility of us.
I clung to the idea
that you were the love of my life.
I gave you my heart,
my mind
and my body.
I saw colors in the blackest sky,
and every time you rejected me
I never asked why.
It seemed you didn't care whether you kissed me or not.
I had so little from you but even that got me caught.
The insecurities exploted inside,
so many fears burnt my mind.
Please love me,
please need me.
Don't go,
stay with me.
I gave you all my fire
and yet you were freezing cold.
Not feeling your presence hurts,
but being with you hurts me more.
I thought I could be happy with you,
I thought you were sincere
but after all this time
the aching is still here.
Not resentment, not blaming fate.
I was blind, it's me who I hate.
There was so many red flags,
I was so stupid to ignore.
And I'm so sorry
for wanting something more.
Your actions didn't show you could change;
for the rest of your life you'll be a cruiser.
Oh, poor little fool that I am;
how could I fell for such a loser.

Si algún día me escapo
espero perderme en el viento.
Y con el pasar de años macabros
convertirme en un cuento;
secreto para los infantes,
de terror para adultos.
De esos que todos saben, de murmullo en murmullo.
Y si algún día aparezco
en la puerta de tu casa,
espero te quedes blanco
inmovilizado de miedo.
Porque traigo conmigo la ira,
a través de ojos ya muertos,
emanando un poder desconocido
que te quita el aliento,
porque vas a ser consciente
de que el cuento era cierto.

So I wipe my tears
and dispose of my fears.
One more step forward,
the dome has disappeared.

I still wish upon falling stars
and birthday candles
because life cannot get better
unless it's superstitious luck or magic.