En Marte

Dime una historia,
cuentame cuantos y cuentos,
una vez más termina de ser, que esta noche no quiero ser, ni siquiera intentar.
Cuentame cuantas veces tengo que doblar mi cuello y curvar mi espalda,
sin mirar hacia abajo y una mirada más hacia arriba cuando todo da vueltas y la cabeza no vuelve hacia ti.
Salir de aquí, ir a donde nadie está, donde yo nomas te puedo encontrar.
Retoques y retimbres, timpanos y retumbes, donde las espirales giran alreves.
La verdad y la felicidad, cuentame otra vez, cómo llegas hacia ella.
Acordes y renombres que solian resonar en algún rincón donde te iba a buscar quedarse sonaba placiadamente mientras mi piel se enchinaba y el frío corría por cada una de mis vertebras, la vista se nublabla y yo nada más te quería tocar.
La nueva vida, la estola perdida y el revuelo que siente mi estomago por las mañanas cuando ya no estas junto a mi cama.
Las fantasías, sueños y habladurías, quedan en el pestañeo de aquella ves que sonreí mientras te observaba e imaginaba que la vida si era así de dulce y que los pajaros cantaban cuando sabían que te amaba.
Y sentir que flores quedaban a mi paso y la luz encandilaba más.
Jugar para no pensar, soñar para no imaginar, la somnolencia del creativo y la futura realidad que no vendra, porque hoy en día decidí dejar de establecer para comenzar a vivir y dejar vivir, cuando ya no estas y yo...
los sonidos se intensifican y las tensiones corren mas aprisa, los poros transpiran y aliento se agita.
Pense una vez más cuando nada ya quedaba, para solo llegar a donde ya estoy, que todo es mejor que tan solo una idea no basta para mantener un ideal, y la resignación se convierte en mi cantar.

Song of the las 5 - 4 years:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PiPHUa5ek64

Swirls and something else.

This and that

And I feel like I will never eat again,
the saddest part of me was wondering for this night.
I keep chocking and breathing is running and the dates are coming closer, and rushing days, the irrelevant events, the next step, the longer I take, the wider it has been and how much I wish I could stop.
How much, how many and other wonders...
The fake I am, the real I stay, how I started to lose the track of things! It's amazing how ever since, everything has turned your way. How are things seen from the common sense people, how they move in life and just for the hope of tomorrow. It's curious how I started to become regular, and the little part makes me special remains on my heart, like it that little part belong with you, or reminded of how amazing was the world when I looked at it with you by my side.
And the last days had been comfortable and easy, nothing like me, but it seems like the integration has called me to be part of a whole.
Looking for the adventure, but nothing was more exciting than the impossible made possible, someone to share it, someone to live it, to feel it.
Uncontrollable and noisy, the bed, the table, the sand, the sky, the view, the crowd, the throat... they are all anxy and all the sounds in my head, the thoughts that I'm dying to take and the impulses that I'm driven to give and the rules that I'm about to forget.

Pictures and covers

There was one time, that I can't recall; there was something that I could smell that made feel that I was being part of something, a place where I used to belong.
Word after word, there was something that I created; people was just a shadow or a vanished vision but still I couldn't see through.
Chocked and unable to swallow, it keeps obstructing my throat.
Then the fan made some air that reminded me of time... I repeat: I don't remember when it was!
She was running and I couldn't stop her. Splitting was one part of the time of change. I felt that I was someone else.
For the last few days I have been wondering who's the new me that has taken possession of my body; extremities, organs, bones and air... what keeps bothering on my throat?
Sometimes I feel that I want to vomit, but it not something on my stomach, it's something else dying to come out, but why does it has to be through my mouth?
Numbers and questions, the shorter breathings and the expanded doubt.
A missing part or a misunderstood side perhaps...
I haven't seen my shallow in a while, there's no reason to miss it, but it's always part of it.
This wasn't part of the deal, remember that night under the covers when I prayed to you.
My hands are still together but I think I lost my head, my devotion is spreaded away, the beautifulness is not under the spotlight, I guess it went to take a walk. Mean while my focus is vested all over the place, when I know I was made for just one night.

What if I just want to sleep with you?

And I thought about loving you...

Come.

And so I thought, even the most beautiful story has to come to the end, but its the spirit what makes it immortal.
And so and so, let's pretend... there's nothing else to hold on, the beauty didn't come to meet the beast. The lovely story finishes another chapter; and all the muscles tense, autism becomes regular basis; and so and yeah... bad habits, good habits, and the ashes that the wind refuses to spread. And then I was ready, but you never were truly mine; all breaths that I took on your neck are suffocated. It's easy to be somewhere else, but you were always the target that my hypnotism decided to stare. But I agree and disagree... understandable, understandable, yes, when summer loving come to it's end, autumn must protest... and winter must come to feel the cold.
There's something great on you, something that makes you greater... and something that I love.
And so, and so, I wont know; I guess there's nothing more.

So, there's no place like home.