Cuando la luna ya no alcance mis andares;
El sol se habrá esfumado y la tierra quedará fría y sombria.
La noche que acabe con todos mis llantos;
Acabará con los triunfos cotidianos.
El día que deje de extrañarte;
Será el fin de mis anhelos y la Sorpresa misma morirá.

No quiero eliminar la desgracia,
Solo busco alimentar la esperanza
en los huecos más oscuros de un jardín escondido en mi cabeza.

Hay melón y sandía listas para probarse;
¿Quién habrá pensado que estarías enamorado de los frutos que oculto?

Walking towards the unknown,
There it lays in the dark...

Living within its embrace,
What have I truly found?

An ordinary tale for you,
An ordinary tale for you.

Pronto llegarán
Three instead of one
Rostros de arena

Coming from afar
Se los lleva el mar
Rostros de arena

Me gritan que aquí
I'll only drift to sea
Rostros de arena

Agarra al anchor
Sail por amores.

I can read the lines between your eyes
Every emotional hand-me-down

...Relax...

Uncrinkle the nose, the mouth and forehead...

Throw away those thoughts instead.

Coming from afar
Se los lleva el mar
Rostros de arena.

Feeling two instead of one
Sé que pronto llegarán
Ships to use me as an anchor.

Me gritan "súbete aquí!"
But I only float to sea
Mareándome en pudor.

Which sail will catch me?
¿El norte y sur del que salí?
The faces in the sand must know.

It is something I can't tell anyone,
At first I thought it was fun,
Realizing now that I have a problem,
And it pains me to admit the ruin...

Trying to stay in a dream
Curled up in my denying machine
My kingdom for another hour of rest
My responsibilities face a test
And I would rather lay here
Than face the morning mirror

Coco marino, ¿Necesitas de mi cariño?
Tu agua está muy lejos y yo llevo siempre el mío.
Las olas te descoloraron y yo cada vez soy más pálida, pareces mi gemelo.
Alguna vez te quise como metáfora pero estoy impregnada de realismo.

Quiero encontrarte a escondidas,
Quiero comerte a mordidas,
Quiero de almohada tus brazos,
Quiero escucharte los pasos...
Pero a pesar de tanto querer;
Te amo.

Your accusation sounds like a confession.
A generalization disguised by preoccupation.
How do the actions of another become my restriction?
Am I supposed to live in your fiction?
Fear will not lead to our salvation,

Let me lead myself.

Write,
It's such a delight.
Read,
Your mind must feed.
Live,
To gather and give.
Love,
To start from above.

A spectrum of words,
hurled in every direction of the world.
A melody passed down through generations.
Evolving to the tongue
of the old and the young,
Like a song that wants to be sung.
The eternal life of communication.

Expose your soul to me,
every inch of sincerity,
every kiss of clarity,
without an apology.

I sink back into reliving all of the wonderfully sinful things ever done to me by another consenting being.
What delight is the memory of ecstasy!
No one, not even the one who once gave me all that pleasure can take away that memory!

Warm inside, but my skin is sick,
and the bumps climbing up me make me bite my lip.
I taste blood from coping with the pain,
of lost memories though they remain.
My legs shiver with anticipation for something that has already happened.

Who knew you'd cut it all,
starving yourself of the love I gave away.
Maybe it wasn't enough, or it might not have been worth the trouble.
I question our actions now, and my skin crawls,
because I am suffering withdrawals.

The world shifts, my toe nails dig deeper into soil.
The city forgot my farm, if it can count as that any more.
Don't blame those who die playing the game.
We are all spinning and loosing our balance.
That's why I prefer to be barefoot.
But there is no dirt to comfort my callused toes.

Bios, portfolios and resumes oh my!
Where am I going? Where do I stand? Who was I?

I know, I have, doubted, our lo-ve.
And with, that strike, you've cut, your chest wide open.
I didn't realize, I'd suffer your demise.
Before, our split, my hopes, your lies.
Never once, think that, I have, misspoken.
What we once had, you and I, you and me, has broken.
I, fell ill, bad case of weak sense of will.
Because, you erased, all that I experienced.
So goodbye, don't ever say, I didn't let you fly.

A new age is arising,
a new page is unfolding,
and there's always been a spark,
now it's time to make your mark.

It's all about action! No distractions anymore!

In the kindness of your heart,
in the yearning of your soul,
tragedy is bound, to always take it's toll.

But it's all about actions, no distractions anymore!

I don't listen half as much as you do,
You don't understand what I'm referring to.
And this conversation is a mine field,
let's retrace our steps, I fear...
It's not me, it's not you, it's just circumstances misunderstood.
(I just keep on changing but I don't know how to tell you).

You don't really think I should have done that,
but do you really know where I'm at?
And your questions feel like an objection,
sending me in the other direction...
It's not me it's not you, it's just our circumstances misunderstood.
(I just keep on changing but I don't know how to tell you).
But it's okay, it's the way it goes, along the road, beside a river.
Anyway it flows, no one can tell it where to go.

I'm leaving, and it's okay.
Yes I'm leaving, and there's no way anyone's gonna change my mind.

I'm leaving, it's okay.
I'm dreaming, there's no way you can take my mind off of what is mine.

I thought you had turned on the light.
But alas, nature couldn't put more rainy days on the forecast.
The sun is here to last us enough shine to re-compensate for the thousands of teeth chattering.

Clackity clack! The sun is back!

I read it in a book today that really caught my eye,
it said "to climb you have to rhyme" and that stuck in my mind.

That phrase, the catch, the maze that hatched,
I can't think of anythings else!
Get out the dictionary! A new order must be dealt!

The water is brown again,
the lights are shaking on and off.

The streets are alone,
no one's on their phone.

The water ceases to arrive,
I feel lucky to be alive,
the gas starts to deprive the air from my lungs.

It's a natural disaster but what is the Earth after?
After all, are we just a bad case of flees?

I'm enslaved to a screen.
I can't remember wether I am a human being or not.
I've spent my days in solitude spreading my attitude through cyber space.
We all have a pretty face on the line.

Bring me back to reality where faces are larger than thumbs.
You're my number one avatar, lift me up, keep my eyes from staring at this world I never anticipated.
Keep me safe from all the hatred no one takes credit for and what's more I'll shield your eyes from the machine.

Our time is on the line, our time, is, on, the, line.