Volver a empezar

Ahora que en las noches
ya no encuentras las estrellas
que guiaban tu infancia
a galope de tu inocencia.

Ahora que las lagrimas
ya no surcan tus derrotas
solo buscan con nostalgia
el sabor de lo que añoras.

Ahora que en las historias
ya no encuentras mas princesas
solo a niñas perdidas
buscando el fin de su tristeza.

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mayo

No soy más que otro borracho
oculto en algun bar;
una lágrima perdida
en la inmensidad del mar.

Suspiro mentiras
y anhelo caricias;
escondido bajo una manta,
de sutiles añoranzas.

Dejaré caminos trazados,
al son del tiempo olvidados,
distinguidos por los presagios,
de saberse desperdiciados.

Resulta imposible pensar,
que de este trágico final,
pintaremos con descaro,
grandes jardines de mayo.

silence

Once upon a time there was this little girl who used to sing every morning a really joyful song.
All over her neighborhood everyone wake at the same hour just to listen that beautiful song again and again. Everything was happy after that, smiles and jokes flying around the place. And that little girl was so happy with it that she just lived to sing that special song.

But one day, a dark cloud step on top of her head, and depressed her heart.
So next day, whe she woke up from a nightmare, she wasn’t able to start to sing. And everyone was so confused that they start yelling at her house, they wanted to hear a song from the little happy girl.
Her voice made a really depressing song, and from the cloud she had it started a really heavy rain. People fell off crying, and that day was the worst day that can be remembered.

Next morning, everyone was stood in front of her house. When she woke up, everyone start to yell to not sing. But she lived for that songs, and now the only thing she can do was to rest in silence.

The town turned to a really awful place: people used to get mad without reason, no smiles nor jokes. Everything was lost.

And the same feeling come every time she woke up – what should I do now?. She cried that tears that didn’t let her see that behind the clouds it was a shinny sun waiting for her. But no one wanted to see that, so the same gray day come back every morning.

So time went away, and one day her mother found her resting forever, with a tear in her face.

Silence

Once upon a time there was this little girl who used to sing every morning a really joyful song.
All over her neighborhood everyone wake at the same hour just to listen that beautiful song again and again. Everything was happy after that, smiles and jokes flying around the place. And that little girl was so happy with it that she just lived to sing that special song.

Continúa leyendo Silence