Este enero es un castigo
amargo e intolerable.
Provoca ahogos en mi pecho
con muchos nombres.
Nombres convertidos en heridas
que laceran mi cordura.

La soledad me acosa violenta,
vestida de nostalgia,
mientras mis deseos sucumben
desnutridos.

Camino como esquizofrénico,
sobre un piso que amenaza
con derrumbarse bajo mis pies.

Febrero se asoma,
y yo con mil porqués dudosos,
que se esconden de mi conciencia
cuanto más lo pienso.

Me prometí tanto
esconder mi corazón,
que Cupido cobardemente
me flechó por la espalda.

Quise tapar el sol,
con distintas manos
de diferentes nombres;
hasta que colapsó mi mundo.

I didn’t ask for angels  
or bullets  
or love that felt like a ransom note  
but here we are  
driving nowhere  
with the sky unraveling in a bad alibi  

you talk as if chaos is a language  
and I’m fluent now  
in your kind of logic  
where nothing makes sense  
but everything matters  

I was ordinary  
until you stole me  
not just from my job  
or my apartment  
but from the version of myself  
that never asked for more  

you said  
let’s make a mess  
let’s rob the stars  
let’s kiss, we’re fugitives from fate  
and I didn’t say no  
because I didn’t know how  

I keep waiting  
for the part where it all falls apart  
where the gods get bored  
and the magic wears off  
but you keep dancing  
and the world owes us a soundtrack  

I don’t believe in destiny  
but I believe in you  
in the way you look at me  
I’m not broken  
just misfiled  

we’re not heroes  
we’re not sane  
we’re just two people  
who refused to be background noise  
and maybe  
that’s enough  

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El tiempo, caprichoso
por enseñarme,
me ha dado lecciones inolvidables,
tatuadas en mi alma,
como adorno férreo
de los desaciertos de la vida.

Cometí mil errores.
De ellos no me arrepiento.
Me han convertido
en el hombre que soy ahora.

Tropecé tantas veces,
que hoy me cuido menos.
Sacudo rápido el polvo
para continuar mi camino.

La vida es corta,
no puedo detenerme
a mirar atrás.

Me esmero
por aprender temprano,
y no repetir los pasos
que di en caminos fallos.

Hoy la luz es opaca,
como el sol
tras negras nubes de mayo.
Opaca por la ausencia
de estrella que me guíe,
y caliente mi cuerpo en las noches.
Pero nada ciega mis ojos,
ni enmascara mi vista.

Laico del amor y sus disfraces,
me abstengo de dolores ruines
que envenenen mi tranquilidad.
Eximo a mi pecho de sentimientos vanos
y cariños perecederos.
El amor es una cárcel perpetua,
sin derecho a fianzas ni garantías.
Por eso decido ser libre.
Libre de ataduras y endebleces.
Libre de atrasos y neurosis.
Un breve impás para el desasosiego,
que es esta parodia de la vida.

A dreamer, that’s what she was.
Most people just float on, barely surviving the torrents that life throws their way.
But she was a dreamer.
She lived for the love she read of in books.
She lived for the adventure she found in their pages.
She loved for the sake of never being loved in return.
For she was a dreamer, and dreaming she was.

A dreamer, that’s what she was.
Most people just carry on, refusing to acknowledge the pain that chains them down.
But she was a dreamer.
She was trapped by her expectations.
She was trapped by her desires.
She lived for a life she would never live.
For she was a dreamer, and dreaming she was.

A dreamer, that’s what she was.
Where as others awake when their dreaming is done,
She was trapped by her dream, violently torn,
Between wishing, waiting, wanting, watching…
In search of a life that could never be hers.
For she was a dreamer, and dreaming she was.

A dreamer, that’s what she was.
But how long can she chase her dream,
Until it becomes a nightmare?
Is she a dreamer stuck in the dreaming?
Or just an addict chasing the feeling?
I was a dreamer…until life caught wind of my dreaming.

To hear “because I love you”
Is never a bad thing—
If the phrase be said with truth.
But rarely is it so, it seems,
The saying so oft abused.

Exploited to justify cruelty,
It pretends that love is selfish.
And such is how it masquerades the beauty
Of what true love really is.

Love is a drive to behave
With another in your mind;
It is as altruistic as one can get,
And necessitates one be kind.

Therefore, the reply “because I love you”
Often contradicts itself.
For if it’s used as a wrongdoing’s excuse,
Then the love is in poor health.

Talking to myself,
Not in refrain….
No, I am present...
My peace is contained,
Now....
I am here….
Accepting the past…
I am forgiven,
But the future goes fast,
When in conversation,
I must always be kind,
Imagine....
A feud...
I would lose my mind!
I know God is watching,
And big brother too,
I am in my best of health
And is why I smile....whenever I talk to myself.
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