A veces me mareo de tanto blanco,
No se malentienda, gran color ese blanco
Sólo me marea verlo y verlo en todos los edificios,
Las paredes
Y no me marea el color en sí,
Me marea la intención
Me marea usar el blanco para adormecer
La sensación de acorralamiento en jaulas
Que doblegan voluntades
A través de necesidades

El ser estático en su jaula porque no hay más a donde ir
Y las jaulas blancas
Para que sienta paz
Y las paredes blancas
Para que esté tranquilo

Me marea el blanco
Me marean las intenciones
Las intenciones “blancas”

Me marea recurrir a colores
Para disfrazar crueles realidades
Nadie quiere estar sentado todo el día

Quizá me marea el truco
Me marea
Me marea el blanco y lo que implica
Me marea el uso

Y la pregunta, pero sí no el blanco entonces ¿quién?
Entonces ¿cuál?
No abundan opciones
De jaulas negras, de jaulas rojas, no vendría nada mejor
Tiene que ser el blanco
Y eso me marea

Probablemente me marea la realidad y yo
Yo lo refiero todo al blanco
Me marea tanto blanco

What a terror
What a joy
To feel everything so deeply

Birds migrating
fly from here to there
Their lives now are changing
nothing seems to persevere

There's never a home
It's always a race
Loneliness comes
to hide there's no place

What's the point
in the move?
Things never joint
They never improve

And from here to there
tears are shed

Through air
their eyes can be read
Life is not fair

Inspiration is born in:

Dark places
Lost cases
Consumed chases
Forgotten races
Empty spaces
Mind mazes
Someone else's suitcases
What life Erases
Displaces
Absent Embraces
Bad places
Sad places
Disappearing faces

So go.
Find your aces.

We are alone
Feelings at motion
We loose it in a world of our own  

You make me feel like an ocean

Lost leaves
May i wear you today?

Don’t expect what you give
Just give what you may.

Let’s live for the moment
Let’s say i can forget
Erase the atonement
Get ready, set.

Free mind
Untied from ground
No whine
No sound.

Do what you do
Take the big jump
There’s to much to
One day we’ll bump.

Birds on wires
Traded their wings
For long lost desires
Tried to change things
For those hearts that are tired.

Birds on wires
Stand for long stories
And things to admire
Stand for my worries
And for non stopping fires.

Blending in with the sky
They wait around
They never ask why
Suddenly it’s all down
And they’ve lost their will to fly.

Birds in cages
Dreams on hold
Days and ages
That will never be told.

Sometimes i feel so contained
Sometimes i think i might rain.

Between bars sits my bird
Sees the sky
But won’t fly.

Wish i could open the door
Imagine i erase the floor.

I want you to tell me
I don’t want you to lie
But i’m so desperate
You might as well try.

I need to hear it
More if it’s true
I’m complicated
Simple won’t do.

Next thing,
You answer
Your words don’t just hurt,
They’re cancer.

Everything i forget
My phone
My keys
But never this.

Wish i could rewind
Go back
Convince my mind
Not to ask.

Some questions aren’t wise
You never know
The demons
They’ll rise.

Long ago,
Shakespeare said:
“Love is blind”
A phrase, so misread,
that seems kind.

If not,
Then tell me why:
All this cases come a long,
Of ripped hearts that can’t just get
Why their lover,
Simply left.

No, you are not blind
When you choose,
At least then
Your eyes are still of use.

It is throughout love’s process
That your sight fails to see
All the little details where your partner
Started to flee.

Everyone has a lie
That they’d wished came true
When blindness takes us by,
We stick to it, like glue.

The game is old:
We play a long,
When we are aged
And when we are young.

So when this break up comes as a shock:
Just stop
Find the bandage,
Take it off.

And gently, rewind
I promise you’ll find
What really means to say:

“That love is blind”