.
If our eyes
Should latch
Whilst pretending
To gaze unconcerned,
On some inconsequential street
Into days with sun and rainbows,
Dandy as lions on fields of praise,
Magical in bluish skies, mysterious
As eyes grasping without guile nor plan
Nor pains, then we might love as birds low,
Sing above, then we might truly be, become
Alive in the light of another lone, pining star
Under the infinite, shining, unruly heavens.

Don't be scared, Love;
show me your scars.
Give me a piece of your soul,
and maybe a glimpse of your mind.

I could show you beauty,
without a field of flowers.
And an amazing high,
without the foul aftertaste.

Just let me in,
let me feel your pain.
I'll touch your soul,
and make you go insane.

this coast has aged,
la reina esta muerta.
mi estatua ya no es de bronce.

this rain will tarnish
but only what you see.
mi alma brilla como el sol.

My bust will stand before you,
containing both known forms,
Y nunca conocerás la verdad.

Esta costa ha envejecido
time spares no soul.
But i will stand, forever.

when the moon hangs high
and glows inside my eyes,
the sun, it also rises.

as clouds pass by
and rain upon my brow,
the sun, it also shines.

when winds blow through
and whisper inside itself,
the sun, it also rises.

when my mind tells lies
and fools me into belief,
the sun, it does not rise.

the sun, it does not shine.
at least not in my mind.