Pandora II

Where it was filled
The human did not know.
Mountains before the dawn
Are the same as before dusk?
Big elephants dancing far,
Far away.

We saw the same feeling
And was finally different.
Women fly like a ancient dream.
They escape inside their heart
And become part of mine.
My flight needs a partner
To build the conscious wings
Of the imperfect swan.
Our swan is not black,
It does not matter what color it is.
What really matters is that is our.

To clean my box I need a hand,
Mine and yours.
This is it.
I am done.
The beginning of the flight
Has come with a word,
With a shout,
With a feeling that makes it possible.

Lie is not the way,
Share, give, stay near
And build together
Is what makes from the base
An anchor to this world,
To the future,
To life.

Come and take it.
Share and dream it.
Become the part that finishes the puzzle.
The box is open
And everything is going to change.
This is the moment,
The opportunity,
The silence after the storm
Is coming
And needs a hand, a heart
To rebuild one world
After the box.

Pandora I

La caixa no és d’estalvis
Si no més aviat d’altres coses
Que també es gasten,
Però al voltant,
A tot arreu.

Es va obrir
Com l’arbre desbudellat
Pel temps,
La pluja i un ocell
Que no te cap més
Objectiu que la pròpia supervivència.

Tancar la caixa no és opció
S’haurà de contaminar l’univers,
S’haurà de lluitar per la vida
I intentar començar
Sense danys,
Sense dol,
Sense cap rancor.

La veritat és a un mil·límetre del cor
Eixamplant les nostres por,
Què serà?
Un començament mirant a Montjuïc
Amb l’esperança d’aquest só
Irremeiable, aleatori i ple
De silencis.

No hi ha una música per tots
Hi ha aquest moment després de que el tap
Va sortir esquitxant-lo tot
I les pèrdues van ésser a l’engròs
I la vida,
Aquesta nova,
Un moment renovat.

Ver - See

Un eclipse anunciado desliza
El alma hirviente de las calles.
No lo ves,
La silla está trastornada
En quejas, negaciones,
Conjunciones etéreas indescifrables
Crearon el abismo.
Nadie puede ver.

There are the blinds
That trespass this World
Avoiding any silence.
Lighting covered,
Changed, disrupted.
Is it difficult to say the truth?
See it.
She was there with this voice
Denying a fact
Described as love.

¿Nos veremos?

Are we seeing us?

La vida es una decisión eterna.

I can see because I can imagine.

Siento.

It hurts.

Dímelo

Era medianoche cuando las águilas volaron,
Aprendiz de cisne
Era ganso.
Se detuvo frente a mi casa
Y pensó en lo que no se había dicho,
Lo que no se dijo,
Lo que ya no existe.

Hoy, mientras duerme
Las letras dejan de cohibirse
Mientras saltan haciendo círculos
Crecientes a cada paso en el papel.

Mañana,
Esta casa no será mía,
Esta ciudad dejará en su vientre
El hijo imposible,
Volveremos atrás para darnos cuenta
De que el tiempo pasó
Sin detenerse.
Será el paso de mil años,
El camino de mil leguas,
El que nos hará recordar
Aquella noche,
Aquellos días,
Los momentos que fueron nuestros
Y ya no son.

Lo único imposible lo hicimos,
Lo único inconcebible lo logramos.

Cada quien se fue en silencio,
Con los días,
Con los vientos,
Y nadie, más nadie,
Dejó volar al cielo
El sentimiento.

Se perdió,
Dímelo,
Porque yo no puedo nombrarlo.
Es medianoche
Y los ojos se desgajan
El corazón se congela
Y por la calle las sombras
Recuerdan el silencio.

Prison Principles

People with principles,
With convictions have prisons,
Many prisons.
We call it consistency,
But being consistent
Cannot make us kill ourselves
Or others.

It cannot make us loose the smile,
The wings, the heart.
But If it does it
We have to dream out laud
To create another prison
Where everything is permitted
And we all are alive,
And we feel, share,
And love.

There is a moment in this dream
When everything fits
And there is no them,
Just us.

First Time

I tell you anything
And the dream finishes.
The sun is around me
And the blankets are seeing
Behind the mattress
To tell him that I have to fly.

Every word I have thought
Around you are impossible,
I just want to lay my head
Against your head.
I just wanted to fly,
To dream the possibility
Of reaching the sky.
Every time the rain flows
In my head and I imagine the words
We say.

I feel like I know you
From a long time ago.
It is simple
The sound, the light
And the idea of defending
A heart.

That is what I tell you in my dream
And it is the first brick.
Then it becomes a castle.
Then I want a hold the image,
Your hair,
Your god,
The sound of your voice calling me.

I wake up every morning
Dreaming.

Holding this illusion
The passion of being part
Of this dream
Never ends.

For the first time I talk to you
And it is not a dream.

Pain

It is the darkness allowed
With our silence,
The lack of sensitivity
The iron measuring the distance
What startles this wound.
In heart what makes us feel
Unpleasant is not the a dream,
Is the coldness, the abyss,
The impossibility of a word.

In the ancient moments
There was this share feeling
This tiny drop to make exploit
The sun on music
To dance an old song
With each other.

For a moment it was there,
And we could handle it,.
Then this darkness
That hurts.
The impossibility,
The pain showing its face.

The moment was gone,
The sun went dark,
And the slightly common good
Escaped from our fingers.
Their friction hurts.
Their lose makes this life
Difficult.

We move on,
We have to,
But something will remind.

Ways

Shady light the Brunette’s heart,
Over her dreams were angels
Becoming little waves beneath her fingers.
Lips tasting squirrels on the corridor
With that confidence that loves offers.

The sun went out,
The moon was lost,
Inside the beat her breathing.
My dreams,
Climbing among freckles
Installing the border camp
To stay awaken forever.

At the distance I heard the sea steps
Clapping the smoothness of cats fur.
The questions around,
Is it right or wrong?
Is it guilty or not guilty?
Is it love or not?
Is it the door to heaven
Or a window of pain?

The road was there
Waiting to build the sky,
The branches of love were there,
And that pathway is what matters.

Each season,
Each plant,
Each animal has its own will.

The will of humanity is driving
On a toll way
As the rain translate the islands
In oblivion.

Now we have peace,
Now we have no future,
Now we turn right,
Or is it wrong?
It hurts, maybe it is a feeling
Trying running away,
Growing,
Achieving a race
And leading her love.

Story

A dead man walking arrived
With the feeling of the lost sight.
The days were dancing trees above
And land down.
the purpose of his hands was to last,
To clean themselves of the mistakes.
One line, two, three
Diminished the pain.

All the people was trying to find
In the solitude of the shouts
their relieve.

He just tried to heal his heart,
To prove his innocence.
The water continued talking.
It covered his fingers,
Then his eyes.
Everything was fog after that,
Nobody noticed him crying,
Nobody care.
To care about someone
there is needed a piece of care,
A drop of tears,
A small amount of love.
Nobody had that for him,
he was there waiting the light.

Ten, eleven, twelve lines
were the first quarter
Before the crows began to count down.

His live swam through the sky.
That innocence was just perfect,
She can just let him dream
From this moment
to the fly on the arc.

Two stars died that night,
he saw them falling,
The universe was crying
for him.
He could not do it.

There was the impossibility
Of the words.
They didn't go out, neither the tears.

the flood was inevitable,
it growth like the night.

fifteen, fourteen lines
from the countdown sound
marked the wall.
He could not touch her,
he could not stopped it.

His lips were sand,
his hours lions,
and the numbers life.

The innocence was not a choice,
not anymore.
He saw the lines,
until the moment were them
were part of the division
were the sea meets the land.
That was the wire,
then the electricity.

He woke up riding his last star,
his last chance.
He looked at her, deeply,
her soul was starting to burn.
He said, "I love you."
And she exploited in a kiss
with the simple meaning of "thank you."

The deputy looked up
And for the first time
the earth was the star falling.

She was nervously beautiful.


PS. I Wrote it with an I-Pad and the keyboard is horrible.