miércoles, 20 de octubre de 2010

Something like attention (Belgium - Autumn 2010)

My open veins are buying now
Something like attention,
And I am good, I feel ok,
But isn’t the world big enough to be alone?

Wake me up, hurry up,
You know that you are,
Give me one reason to be as far as you are.

My confusion is bigger than me,
I have no pretension,
And I’m lost, I’m really lost
So can you tell me what we are doing here?

Wake me up, hurry up,
You know that you are,
Give me one reason to be as far as you are.
Take your time, never mind,
You know that you are,
Give me one second to be as cold as you are.

I know your eyes don’t lie but you can’t see them,
No matter how we try to leave the scars behind,
My weakness was born with you and it’s growing up
At least I was writing some lines that weren’t for you.

My open veins are buying now
Something like attention.

martes, 19 de octubre de 2010

Teach my eyes (Belgium - Autumn 2010)

Lines of life and death in the window of self-compassion
Singing the songs that you can’t remember at all,
Songs made for another alter ego sadder than you
Written on the madness abdominal wall.

Aberrations of an unwanted dark dawn
Dear enemy of your guilty consequences
You know you can always bring out my worst
Always outside, never on time.

And I teach my eyes to speak slowly as long as I can smoke your breath
But if my face becomes strange turn off my lips and try to sing for me.
All the lies you told me were delicious while I’m trying to think if I’m still here
But if my face becomes bizarre turn off my lips and try to pray for you.

You can feed my skin with dust and pills of your illusion
To sell my soul is easy when I make my demons run
Silhouettes are little mirrors on my deepest shelter
You can escape from it all but never yourself.

Simulations in the garden of your senses
Are the open door for all the red eyes horses
You know you can always bring out my worst
Always outside, never on time.

And I teach my eyes to speak slowly as long as I can smoke your breath
But if my face becomes strange turn off my lips and try to sing for me.
All the lies you told me were delicious while I’m trying to think if I’m still here
But if my face becomes bizarre turn off my lips and try to pray for you.

Cracks (Belgium - Autumn 2010)

When my voice graced your neck
I always chose to die rather than run
I used to be a little less inquisitive but
How many moons deserve the night?

The misery castle grew up by my side,
I’m always searching for something,
For the hug of a night good enough
I can be as bad as you want, but not as I want.

Some cracks on my hand lines
Were the first signals that I had to rectify
My luck was not usually a party
But I was always taking her hands to dance.

Sun is the enemy of quick promises
And faith is a serious pain in vain
My plans were made to be broken
For love and endless overkill.

Some cracks on my hand lines
Were the first signals that I had to rectify
My luck was not usually a party
But I was always taking her hands to dance.

When my voice graced your neck
I always chose to die rather than run,
I used to be a little less inquisitive.

miércoles, 13 de octubre de 2010

Luces / Lights (Belgium - Autumn 2010)

Siempre las luces, como toda la vida
Caracterizando ilusiones quietas;
Relámpagos capaces de adornar días y noches,
Inviernos, veranos y casualidades.

El frío, las lunas, el descontrol y el fuego
Son fantasmas que gobiernan las luces.

Las luces de cristal, las luces sobre el río y la ciudad de 7.000 años,
Las luces de tus ojos, tus luces.
Y tú, luces como el cielo, iluminando el cuarto
Desde la ventana de mis auto-promesas.

Fue una luz la que me trajo hasta aquí,
Una luz errónea e irreverente, por cierto.
Una luz amiga del tiempo, de mi tiempo,
Ese que nunca ha tenido la hombría de hacer negocios conmigo,
A ese que le divierte manipular las luces del mundo
Para dejarme a veces tarde y otras temprano,
Pero siempre fuera de todo, fuera de ti
Y de tantas otras.

Otras luces como las estrellas me llevaron a ti esa primera vez
Sin que tú y yo lo supiéramos.
Y como las estrellas, se fueron contigo dejándome el sol,
Y antes me gustaba el sol.

Las luces de ese sol me dijeron que siempre habrá muchas de ellas
Para ti y para mí,
Dispuestas a llevarnos hacia puntos de fuga, neutrales o comunes,
En los que podré estrellarte desnuda contra esa pared gastada,
Donde está escrito que las luces fueron hechas
Para encenderse y apagarse.