domingo, 26 de febrero de 2012

Lay Motive

I opened up the doors when it was cold outside
Hopin' that you'd find your own way in
But how can I protect you
Or try not to neglect you
When you won't take the love I have to give

You know I never knew how to be strong
Yeah, I let you shape me
But it feels as though you raped me
So now I've closed the door
To keep the cold outside

Sweetness is a virtue
And you lost your virtue long ago
'Cause love to me's a two way street
An all I really want is peace

If love is blind I guess I'll buy myself a cane

jueves, 23 de febrero de 2012

Me myself, for example

How can I be lost?
If I got nowhere to go,
Serched my seas of gold
How come it's got so cold?

His careless dreaming
Caused pain

How can I be lost?
In rememberance I relief
Inside a thick fog, castaway

He's run aground
Like his life, yes listen
Like his life.

miércoles, 22 de febrero de 2012

Loneliness

Recalling memories of love with you
Such simple innocence of love we knew
We held each other crying tears of happiness

And then the winds of change began to blow
The voice of destiny said I must go
My tears could fill an ocean trying to forget
My love could move a mountain ever since we met

You'll never know
How much I have loved you, so
You`ll never know, just how much it took to go
But soon you won't be crying tears of loneliness

Trying

Too many times I've been trying
Feelings I've had turned to stone
So long
I'm gone

Who's to blame?

Fate breaking chain
Aint playing games

lunes, 20 de febrero de 2012

My time


I found the strength
I'm breathing again
and I've told myself
I'm still a lucky man

I take good care of what's left behind
I hope it gives you some piece of mind
Right now it's tough but I swear that
I'm forever glad you were mine

Cada Rosa tiene su Espina


Cada rosa tiene su espina
o eso dicen,
Del mismo modo que cada día,
tiene su amanecer
Y que cada poeta llora
la ausencia

Juntos yacemos, tranquilos, en silencio
como si nos separara un océano.

Y cada rosa tiene su espina,
hiriente y sangra. Dolor, decepción,
quizá demasiada pasión.
Todo fluye, y vendrán otros,
más heridas sin cicatriz.

domingo, 12 de febrero de 2012

Barro


¡Puta gente!
Mierda y mentidero
Putrefacto estercolero
Allí te espero.

Cercena tu cuello y dí adiós
Pues vengo por vos

Caronte te espera, mierda embustera
Cuentale lo que te espera.

¡Puta gente!
Entierra y vete ya
Gusano te va a liberar
Barro con barro se va.

Dulce tentador


Fruto prohibdo de inmenso sabor
Dime cual es tu color

Rosa palo y y dulce olor
Musa tardía provoca dolor

Vagón de la tristeza


Sumido en ella me hallo
Enganchado a ese vagón, atado
Viene hacia mi.

Me levantaste el futuro
Hacia el que yo corría
Un resplandor purpúreo
Ciega mi esperanza

...y vuelvo a caer

Hades victorioso, gris y tormentoso
Acaso el Reino de la Salvación
Puede llevarme a casa.

Cuando un corazón sangra
Asesina cierta parte del mundo
Y estas Muertes Pálidas
Los hombres las llaman "vida"