Hell is for those who sin.
Eventually you were gonna get there, anyway.
Lots of pain is reserve for you to take.
Lying, deceiving and cheating, those you committed.
On rivers of boiling blood you are destined to live forever.
Knightly you were to capture your preys.
Indeed, I was once under your spell.
Took your words and believed in them.
Touched my heart and shattered into million pieces.
Yell all you want, but you can’t escape this time!
Dedicated to #116.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Adiós… Adiós…
Hoy le digo adiós
A un amor que nunca fue.
Me toca despedirme
De una estrella
Que nunca estuvo en mi firmamento.
La rosa de mi jardín
Hoy pierde un pétalo más.
No me diste tu amor,
Pero si tu cariño.
Y yo lo cuidaba tanto.
Amigo mío,
Me cuesta pronunciar estas palabras
Que no traen aliento,
Sino que acarrean consigo
Desolación.
Estaba tan feliz
Yo en mi mundito
Perfecto,
Puro e inamovible.
Hasta que llegaron
Los vientos de la sabiduría
Y destrozaron
Mi castillito en el aire,
El cual era bello y
Engalanaba los cielos,
O al menos eso creía yo.
Amigo
Me diste tanto
En tan corto tiempo.
Yo te amé desde el inicio,
A ti te llevo más tiempo.
Gracias por prestarme tus oídos
Para escuchar mis problemas.
Gracias por brindarme esa mano amiga
Para ayudarme a levantarme y seguir en el camino.
Gracias por estar ahí para mí
Cuando te solicitaba,
En el momento que fuera.
Gracias por compartir
De esa gran brillantez
Cuando necesitaba esclarecer mis miles de dudas.
Con el corazón roto
Y un dolor inmenso en el alma
No quiero decirte adiós,
Ni dejarte ir.
Pero creo que es necesario
Que enfrentemos ambos esta etapa.
La vida sigue su curso
Y nos invita a separarnos.
Pensamos igual para muchas cosas,
Así como disertamos en otras.
Es por las que compartimos,
Que ahora me es necesario
Arrancar la más bella flor
De mi jardín
Y dar cabida a lo desconocido.
Me toca enfrentar la vida
Por mi cuenta,
Sola,
Sin ti.
Te extrañaré.
¡Oh! ¡Sí qué lo haré!
Guardo conmigo
Todos los bellos momentos
Que me diste.
Serán hermosos recuerdos
Almacenados por siempre
En mi lóbulo temporal,
Más precisamente en
El lóbulo temporal medial.
Me enamoré de ti,
Y por el bien de mi cordura
Te digo adiós.
¡Adiós!
Hasta que la vida caprichosa
Nos haga tropezarnos una vez más
En la vida del otro.
¡Adiós!
¡Adiós mi amigo!
¡Te amo!
¡Adiós!
Friday, December 23, 2011
A Kiss, A Frog, No Prince
My heart pounds
Again.
Kissed another frog,
Turned out to be a frog.
I didn’t cry when I found out,
But great sorrow fulfilled my soul.
Frogs never change,
They remain frogs.
Princes are princes,
Those are the ones
I should aim to.
This frog
Was so kind, sweet and tender.
Really fooled me,
Trapped me in his game.
He deceived me,
Made me believe he was a real prince.
I was blind by his charm
And truly thought I’ve found
The one,
The prince charming
Every girl dreams about.
Now I see,
I kissed a frog
And remained as a frog.
Had the manners of a prince,
The look of a prince,
The words of a prince,
The enchant of a prince,
But was no prince at all.
I hope I’ve growth,
Learned about princes and frogs.
Fairy tales
Are full of magic and fantasies
Those not always happen in real life.
Be wise little girl.
You can read them,
But never switch off your brain.
Use your prudence.
It’ll guide you on the right track.
Remember
You don’t have to kiss frogs
In order to find your dreamed prince;
Becasuse there's no spell in him
And he'd be already a prince.
Becasuse there's no spell in him
And he'd be already a prince.
Frogs will always be frogs.
Bullet Proof
Many years ago
I used to feel
Bullet proof.
If someone asked me
About anything
I always had the answer.
Now
My bullet proof jacket
It’s broken
And every little question,
And every little comment
It’s like I didn’t know the language
In which they’re asked
Because I perceive undecipherable sounds
And have no the minimal clue what they mean.
Turned on the radio
And listened to the music
As loud as I could.
Don’t want to hear
My inner voice.
It’s like I’m trying to
Stop my brain from thinking.
I was asked
About my life, my future
Didn’t know how to respond them.
Days later still in the same situation.
Living in this country,
For many feels like hell,
For other it’s like whatever
And for the rest
It’s like the gen of golden eggs.
What do I feel?
No idea.
This music
Has a seductive vibe
That incites me to move along
Its decadent sounds
It's really provocative.
That’s easier than thinking.
And so
I did.
I used to feel
Bullet proof.
If someone asked me
About anything
I always had the answer.
Now
My bullet proof jacket
It’s broken
And every little question,
And every little comment
It’s like I didn’t know the language
In which they’re asked
Because I perceive undecipherable sounds
And have no the minimal clue what they mean.
Turned on the radio
And listened to the music
As loud as I could.
Don’t want to hear
My inner voice.
It’s like I’m trying to
Stop my brain from thinking.
I was asked
About my life, my future
Didn’t know how to respond them.
Days later still in the same situation.
Living in this country,
For many feels like hell,
For other it’s like whatever
And for the rest
It’s like the gen of golden eggs.
What do I feel?
No idea.
This music
Has a seductive vibe
That incites me to move along
Its decadent sounds
It's really provocative.
That’s easier than thinking.
And so
I did.
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