Shadows that hunt
black clouds at midnight
falling apart from the sky
making it rain again.
Hide and seek
from an endless time
there’s still no reason
to call it a crime.
But as the sky becomes darker
and all the stars run away
a cold feeling hits the brain
making it the end of the game.
And I love you,
Like the sun needs the clouds,
Like the night needs the moon,
Like the thoughts need a brain.
And I fall,
From your eyes,
to anything you own.
So please,
Treat me with desire,
I’m not a toy,
With an endless remain.
Navego por tus ojos
de madrugada,
cuando el sol entra,
timidamente,
por la ventana.
Tú duermes recostada;
tus suspiros llenan,
por completo,
la estancia.
Me pierdo entre tu cabello,
soñando en tu mirada,
a cada carícia
sonríes apaziguada.
Lentamente me miras
y despiertas la mañana,
bostezas tranquila,
y me saludas apasionada.
El día alegra mi forma de ser,
viendo la gente al pasar,
no evito sonreir,
al verte desperezar divertida,
jugando con cada segundo,
como si el tiempo fuera
un extraño al que no dejar entrar.
Un beso sencillo,
marca el inicio,
de esta cuenta atras,
hasta volverte a abrazar.
And suddenly,
no one notice she had left,
apart from the bunch
of notes
lying on the bed.
Nothing was enough
to call her again.
Every whisper died
out of her head.
Wonders of shadows
surrounding every day,
and there she was again,
that fully moon,
far away from the earth.
Nadie puede
ver el mundo
sin mis ojos.
Slighty different from before,
a bed that does not fall,
wherever it takes to dream out loud,
you are, still, my endless point.
For the sake of the time,
any day can rise the sun,
(someone said),
and I feel warm lying on the san.
Thus I keep looking in the night,
for the smile that can draw stars,
peace as the skin that requires,
a soft kiss to make it calm.
In spite of the morning light,
while sheets come to their side,
a glass of milk enjoy the time,
before kissing it goodbye.
The curious case of an encounter,
that left so many yawns,
and turned everything upside down.
And all I do,
is break the wall with thoughts.
You’re still laying around,
bad jokes withouth enthusiasm.
And I’m you,
but lost from this point,
fears to love the night.
What would be,
when nothing is standing still,
words can’t calm my soul.
And dreams come true,
but nightmares kick ahead.
Un sonido insostenible
deshace la cama
al despertar.
Suerte de la almohada
que desafía impasible
a la gravedad.
Leche desteñida
engulle bostezos
y sinceridad.
El día finge
los orgasmos
de los que se niega a despertar.
On a vu
dans tes yeux
le fin du monde.
Heureusement,
les nuits sont ouvertes
à les étoiles.
Le temps,
qui passe parfois,
a envie de coucher chez toi.
Et moi,
je dors maintenant,
je viens de te voir…
El tiempo
es
una mera
extensión
del color
de tus ojos.