Burning against rays of cool winds
Which sound like aeroplanes
Darting across the blue sky
As soft music flickers candles
Inside dim room lit by a chandelier
Which swings high and shines
Crowning those below with a feeling
That the shadows which were cast
Had no reason to cause any fright
Simply because the jewels which shone
And the pearls which dangled overhead
Were not something to fear or banish
Simply something to cherish at moonlight
As the seaplanes dived through the firmament
Neptune made an eerie sound of silence
Leaping into the puddle which reflected
Having found the courage for something beautiful
When the sky is blue and the lights are on
Made your way up and made a splash

Acaso no ves, o no crees
y solo Como amigo es como me ves?
Acaso lo sabés o es que acaso No querés?
Acaso lo sabes, pero crees
Que jugar conmigo debés  
Acaso lo que yo pienso creer
Es diferente a como tú pensés
Pero ojalá llegue el día en el que
 Me acerque y lo intente de una vez.
Acaso podrías odiar ese recuerdo?
De cuando pensé “ es peor que no lo intentés”
O es que Acaso al contrario pensés
“ no me arrepiento, estés donde estés”
Puesto que no ha pasado todavía 
Mi letra es única conocedora de lo que pienso día a día
Día a día en el que creo en el momento que pase
y yo quiera repetirlo estés donde estés
Sé que tú no sabés, pero me ilusionas, y es algo que no debés
Pero no puedo impedirlo si pienso que 
Mi boca sin el beso de tu amor se fué
Estés donde estés creo que al final
Lamentablemente por años te recordaré
 Y diré “ Como me hubiera gustado que ella me recordara por ese momento, nunca fué”

As much as this is a gift,
It is a curse all the same.
Speaking in the tongue of thought,
I seem to think it all,
And I want to speak it all.

Although I wish each time a star passes by,
I still lay silent.
Stolen from my chance to speak,
Is there a way to say this where it'll be heard,
All of it, not just the gems.

How does it feel to be haunted by the same thought you once believed was forgotten?
It feels as if my mind has become a void, later filled with millions of thoughts—
like restless souls that haunt me all the time.
It's so exasperating that I just want to escape from it.

But I wonder—
is it the thought itself, or am I the one allowing my mind to wither?
Or is it the words that keep buzzing in my mind?
I always thought those words had vanished forever,
but they never truly left, did they?

Instead, they have ruined my soul in every possible way,
haunting me and turning it into a miserable existence.
I yearn for peace, yet it feels impossible to attain
with this restless, relentless mind of mine.

"To know to think,
not think to know."
Formed at spin
into a vase holding
the flower of
spring that says:
"Instead knowing
to dont know,
not knowing to
know" like fields
after winter do
..just remember.

i swore this night would be the last
and as all clocks tick towards finality
enters the approaching doom
jagged shadows—
spiralling notation.
pilose and beckoning,
as the burbling temptation stains
the soft dress of a bantling star

and my limb, verbose, rises
en-pained and un-sought, a mind
which scrapes pigment to tear out
a soul's sliver
of cognition, yet fumbles
and the pattern rests still;
still, only in the eye