Winter comes again,
and with it comes the snow.
Freezing in a living room
sits a broken man alone.
He stares at the television
looking for a reality
he once knew was there,
but soon faded into calamity.
A hole-filled blanket covers him
trying to fight away the cold,
but you can't fight what lives inside.
The bitter man grows old.
His eyes still fixed on a deceitful screen.
His mind non-existent for his thoughts aren't his own.
A man dead in life lies still on the couch
while he searches for reality. A reality gone.

I've got another confession to make.
I'm your fool.
You got me living for you,
working for you,
dying for you.

You gave me something that I didn't have,
but had no use.
It was never real.
It was nothing but a lie.
You used me to your convenience
until I had nothing more to offer to you.

Are you gone, and on to someone new?
Is he even better than me?
Where did you meet?
Is someone getting the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It's real.
The pain you feel?
The life?
The love you died to hear?

Even though I lost you,
and like you, many more,
I swear I'll never give in.
I'll refuse.

I waited for the train to come
as I do everyday.
Standing. Listening to heavy metal.
Full volume.
Fingers playing the drum track on my lap.
Station packed with strangers
until she walks by.
She's the one girl I see everyday take the same train,
just standing a couple meters from me.
I almost smiled as she passed by,
but I was too shy to do so.
She's no model. She's no movie star.
She has sad, shy eyes hiding behind thick framed glasses.
Long, black hair falling down her shoulders.
She walks a little hunched from carrying her backpack.
And still she makes me too shy to even say hi.
I know nothing about her.
Not her age.
Not her number.
Not even her name.
All I know is I like her,
and that today I let my chance pass me by,
yet again.

Walking down the busy streets in downtown Madrid,
a father gives his hand to his son.
Alone as they are.
No mommy.
No wife.

They walk through the crowd. Faces just come and go.
The father's rutine this kid walks in awe.
The kid suddenly stops as daddy asks why?
He answers "Look, daddy. The princess of stars."

The father, confused, tries to find said woman,
but fails to see what his offspring just saw
for this princess does not wear fancy clothes or a crown.
She doesn't have a royal court or a gown.

The kid's eyes are glowing with joy and excitement.
He finds it hard to believe what his eyes just saw.
The most beautiful woman ever to stride before him.
The princess he's heard of in many stories before.

Dad doesn't understand what's special about this lady.
She wears high heels, bad hair and few clothes.
Cigarette in hand, red lips selling pleasure.
Sad look in her eyes, and in her heart just hope.

The kid lets go of his father's grasp.
Runs towards the lady with a smile on his face.
He says "Hello, my fair princess. I don't wish to bother,
but may I have one kiss? One I can't erase."

The lady, surprised, asks "Me? A princess?
I'm sorry, dear, but I'm quite the opposite.
But I'll give you a kiss for being such a gentleman,
and treating this lady like no man ever has."

She leans towards the kid. His eyes filled with joy.
She imprints the silhouette of her lips in the sweet boy's cheek.
Father catches up with his darling son,
and excuses his kid for any trouble caused.

She says, in the sweetes voice "I'll have to thank you.
Your son just came over and brighten my day."
He looks up to her, and they share a quick glance.
What happened next I'll tell some other time.

I bought a rose for every night not spent with you.
Now I'm drowning in petals and thorns.

Red, the color of your lips.
Black, the color of your smile.
Red, the passion that you share.
Black, the whole within your heart.

Red are roses in the fields.
Black the clouds that give them life.
Red's the blood within your veins.
Black's the meaning of your life.

Red's the love that people share.
Black the dresses when they die.
Red. The devil lies in hell.
Black. In space there is no life.

Red the reason you're alive.
Black see people who are blind.
Red makes bulls go wild.
Black makes metalheads go wild.

Red your blood stains on the floor.
Black your future after life.
Red, the color of your lips.
Black, the color of your faded smile.

¡Preparados!

Sonido...

Cámara...

¡Acción!

Las cámaras graban la acción inexistente.
El sonido del silencio se cuela por todos lados.
No hay estímulos que generen reacciones.
No hay ideas inteligentes sobre las cuales trabajar.

Cortometraje de una idea profana.
Audiencia torpe, insensible e ignorante.
Imágenes de cuerpos desmembrados, mutilados;
un apuesto "gobernante" calmará a la sociedad.

Realidades alternas de ficción inexistente.
Emociones creadas por alguien más para ti.
Risa embotellada. Aplauso pre grabado.
Drama familiar público sin fin.

Grandes monopolios se apoderan de tu mente.
Haces lo que dicen. Piensas lo que quieren.
No eres ya dueño de ti mismo.
Debes tu existencia y tu "cultura" a él.

Las **estrellas y el azteca ya no son lo que antes fueron.
Luceros en la noche. Fieros guerreros.
Tan solo defienden sus propios intereses
mientras nosotros les seguimos dando de comer.

Despidan el programa que se acabó el tiempo por hoy.
Asegurémonos de dejar limpio el plató,
así como las mentes y bolsillos de nuestros televidentes.
Apaga las luces y vámonos.

Thinking back I realize
the big mistake I made
lending you my heart and soul
for more than just one day.

You were so gentle
when we started out,
but quickly turned sour
towards such a bitter thing.

The pain from the fights.
The rough words you said.
Now I can say I don't miss
those rotten old days

Your words pierced my flesh.
Your screams bled my heart.
But I don't need your love.
I'm learning strength, alone.

So don't come crying
back to the love we once shared.
You just won't find it.
It is not even there.

I've been away from her for too long.
I don't know if she missed me, but I sure missed her.
I missed her smell, her taste, her gentle embrace.
I missed her kiss, her touch, her finger's caress.

I've seen her. She's changed.
Does she even remember me?
She speaks to me but a couple words.
I also have changed, but I'm in essence the same.
Or am I?

I try to kiss her like we used to.
She moves away, and looks some place else.
I'm a stranger to her.
She couldn't remember me.

I can't blame her for forgetting.
After all, I've been away for too long,
but I try to get at least one look like the ones she used to send my way.
Just one look to show me, I'm back home again.

It was Christmas. I was spending it with my family, just like every year.
Strangely, something was different, but what?
It wasn't the same place, some people were missing, and some other people I didn't know were there.

Suddenly she walks into the scene.
Dressed in a virginal white dress.
Very little makeup, letting me see her natural beauty.
Her brown hair as beautiful as can be.
Her blue eyes calling for me, mesmerizing me.
I couldn't help but falling for her.

She's talented, gorgeous, smart, funny, and the list goes on.
Me? I'm nothing in comparison,
but there she was, so close to me, yet so far.

Which would be my opening line?
Would she find me interesting enough?
Would she ever love me like I love her?
There was only one way to find out.

As I walk towards her, she's asked to give a little performance.
She played, she danced and she sang.
She shot an arrow right through my heart.
She moved with the grace of a swan,
sang with the voice of the angels,
and played with the talent of a prodigy.

Just as I finally aproach her to introduce myself,
I wake up.
Will I ever be this close to her again?

I remember the day I met you.
You looked gorgeous in that black, long dress.
Your short, brown hair dancing with the wind.
Your white, hypnotic smile paralyzing me.

To be honest, I had met you before, in photographs.
I was under your spell since then,
but that night turned my fantasy into reality.

So we talked, we drank, we danced.
I couldn't get my eyes off of you.

We met again a couple days after that.
I waited for you.
And waited.
And waited.
I was only waiting for you.

The sand, the ocean, the bright, blue sky.
They were all there to whitness my heart racing
every time I looked at you.

So I build up some courage, and go for it.
I ask you on a date.
Nothing too fancy. Just a movie with me.
"Yes."

Movie was awful, but I didn't care.
I had spent that time with you.
What more could I ask for?
Sadly, time to go home came too soon.

You were picked up, and offered to drop me off at my place.
I kissed you, in the cheek.
You didn't complain.
I smiled beneath a smile.

Once I said goodbye, and crossed the door I jumped,
I screamed,
I almost even cry of the joy.
I couldn't have been happier.
I couldn't feel any better.

I remember how much in love I was with you.
Do you?