Sabes,

Yo te diria: seguimos, seguimos, seguimos

Que el espejo siempre me ve solo

Y el envierno ya se ha ido

Y te diria: amor, el invierno ya se ha ido, hemos cambiado ya



Y siempre, siempre tu estas

En el humo de mis sigarros, en la ceniza de mi cabeza


Y pero, ya

Tengo un nuevo viaje y nuevas botas

Y las viejas tu no las viste nunca

Tanto es el tiempo que no te veo

Que estamos solos en el espejo



Y entonces seguimos, asi

Seguimos, seguimos, seguimos

Mi amor lejano

Este amor de espejos, humo y ceniza


Lo que nos ha quemado

Nos deja tontos de recuerdos

Incapaz de dejarnos, y solos

You raised your hand again

That golden star is you, my dear
That burns your fingers skin
Every time you try to catch it

Every time your dream is real

I drove myself to nowhere
Lost in the forhead's weight of clouds
And guilt and hurt and sorrow

These are the bites of the tomorrows

And it burns, it burns, I know
As if the skin was thirst of fire
And fire claiming soil

To blossom like a flower

Forgive me now for what I say
I'll keep the blame for what you felt
If my eyes have shined the flame

And you raised your hand again

Forgive my sensless scream
Now that I talk while I should sleep
Whatching the confidence of strenght

Raising from silence and regret

Forgive my senseless scream
Now that I talk while I should sleep
You know surrenders night

Rebels the speachless of defeats

You're messed all up in thorns
While running through the fence
Breaking the glass to freedom

Across transparent pains

Your veins are drinking sorrow
From the tale of courage-scorpion
The sore pleas hugh of chains

These are the bites of the tomorrows

And it burns, it burns, I know
As if the skin was thirst of fire
And fire claiming soil

To blossom like a flower

Forgive me now for what I say
I'll keep the blame for what you felt
If my eyes have shined the flame

And you raised your hand again

L'inverno e' un sogno stupido

L'inverno e' una gabbia nera
nella bocca morbida del sonno

L'inverno e' un silenzio freddo
regresso a un utero oscuro

L'inverno e' un sogno stupido
che stupra la vita

i miss you my love

summertime,
stare at bottoms and miss you,
my love i'm in mombasa,
with the humid blood, the cool muezzin
i forgot the track of my life,
but my heart is still you

you're my child inside,
my unreachable melody, enflating my lunghs
don't get to hear you, don't get to see you,
only feel you pushing just behind the senses,
smell you behind the nose,
hear you behind the hears,
see you behind the eyes,
touch you behind the skin

i will explode of pressure,
crawl under my feelings behind the world

don't get to talk to you my madness about you
i miss you, i miss you, i miss you

cumbia

night goes, what night? cumbia, dong deng dong deng

circles with the hips, open hands on someone's back

center, forward, back, deeper

is it supposed to be nine in the morning?

we're still dancing, hey

just come around after, give us some more time

who's tired?

a seed of hell, a spell, of a dieing dream, i loved you my love

the time is approaching fast, time to say good by to this place, that i always have to leave just when it gets awake and stuffed with feelings.

just when it gets a nice place to be in, i have to get out.

smoke a cigarette outside the department, the guy of the greenhouse, red in the face, perennial smile, "time for the balaclava again", says to me and to the last wind of the season. the guy of the storehouse, straight on his back, gentle smile, wide open mouth in saying "hi, yannez". mr. wild-cock, in his sixties that i'd like to reach as fit as he is, but lees gay, incredible wise and chikey smile, "hi, yannez", "hi chris, how's going". C came to visit me, i just could feel it was not right, a humanist there, bad vibes, bad sync, no sync at all. you must be in sync with this department, and just feel it.

i've been part of it, i've been it, i mean, we have been it.

click click click, 50 years run on the model, and so for 2000 years. it's hot looking at you my dear, i wonder if we'll never speak at all, or just remember we use to look at each other in between clicks and clicks.

i broke an heart, heavily, most completely. my madness vanishes, dropping a seed of hell. but was i fool to love you? i was fool, but not to love you. i had a fever, my angel, you knew that, you've been better fool to care for my sickness. we messed it up, ah? there's plenty of dreams dying fat in your mind, ah? you can feel their bodies agonizing and shaking, their voices moaning, moaning to death. can, can you my love? i enjoy nostalgy and plan to get away from stress, plan reflexive time for myself between the coast and other eyes to look in caring, a bit. well those bodies dieing are not quite moaning, listen carefully, as i can hear, i can hear the spell my love. how many spells between me and you, ah? are those gonna be the last? so, you're planning to make a tomb of your head, for all your dreams. have i nourished them? yes i did. there's no way out of a crime. i'm sorry my love, i loved you so much, in my shit, crazy head. my bacterial love, i might have got it from rats, from lices, from a nerve not feeling too well. was a bell rang holding a rope in the collapse. it was a bit like this. i hope you live my love, i hope live. and if you live, i hope you don't want to kill me. drunk of insanity we've been good together.
mad as the children we could feel our love was true.