Endless starry skies.
Stretched black velvet mantled/
On a gentle hill.

Luces de neon
reflejadas en las
gotas del retrovisor

he salido a cazar
he salido de mi jaula
hoy decidí no volver,
no volver a mi cama.

Luces de neon
iluminan el asfalto
son las gotas
que chocan en la ventana.

El caballo ***** relincha
y mi alma se ve verde, azul
y morado.

Mutante que habitas
en mi cuerpo
que te ocultas
y que bebes de mi sangre.

Huésped de mi carne
autor de mis males
que me encierras
en la cueva
para ponerme a escribir.

Deja de llorarle a la luna
que ya no esta
deja que el cometa se vaya
otro ya vendrá.

Huésped temporal
poeta de alas negras
que provoca la nostalgia
como fuente de creatividad

Huésped que te arrastras
como cruz al corazón
deja amarte
deja que limpie tus alas
por que tu luz
también canta
y canta con chispa
cura y no amarga.

Yo se que tus alas
eran blancas
yo se que esas heridas
no las dejas cicatrizar

Huésped temporal
Abrete al mundo
como nardo en junio
Abrete al mundo
para iluminarlo
acogerlo en tus brazos
y aférrate al sentimiento.

Don’t
Tell what you did
Time is not a replaceable thing
To be changed or erased
Don’t
Be that person
Because it suits the moment
Behind the shutters where you hide
Don’t
Let the moment become frozen
Like ice over a raging sea
Looking for the lighthouse to set you free
Do
Tell me what you did
Because it is the moment
You’re looking for the light to set you free
I forgive you.

My second hand heart
wants to turn back time
to that split second moment
when your hand was in mine.

I was high on LSD when we first met.
And there is nothing poetic in that statement.
Just honesty.
And you can take that for what it is
but I want you to know this
because even when my skin
was crawling-
you made me feel comfortable.

You were an abrupt kind of bliss
and I could not have been happier
with the light I had suddenly found.

You guessed I was a cancer
and I did not answer
because you saw in my eyes
you knew you were right.

And it was in that moment
I felt a connection
with the kind of
complexion
that was sure to

leave me every night.

I guess it was foolish of me to think
you would stay.

High hopes
and low expectations
is what they say
but I just cannot accept that
these days.

It is getting hard to hold my head up
when all I do is think of you
but my friends keep telling me
that I will make it through
even though

you don't miss me anymore.