Proverbios

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Tarde para regresar

Un pájaro en mano vale más

Que cien volando,

Volveré a bajar

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No preguntare otra vez

A mil palabras necias

Oídos sordos

Corazón también

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Prefiero escapar en la calma

Antes de morir

Por la espalda

Siempre habrá infiernos

Donde dormir

Me hacen falta

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Ya no quiero ir a dormir

Cuando el río suena

Es porque piedras lleva,

Heridas también

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Prefiero escapar en la calma

Antes de morir

Por la espalda

Siempre habrá infiernos

Donde dormir

Me hacen falta

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Tarde para regresar

No por mucho madrugar

Se amanece temprano

Para mí no amanece más

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Prefiero escapar en la calma

Antes de morir

Por la espalda

Siempre habrá infiernos

Donde dormir

Me hacen falta

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Tip Toe Waltz~ Only

“Lekain-Ninias desciende a la tumba de su padre; degüella allí a su madre; sale con las manos ensangrentadas. Todo él tiembla de horror; sus ojos se extravían; sus cabellos parecen erizarse en su cabeza. Sentís estremecerse los vuestros; el terror se apodera de vosotros; os sentís tan enloquecido como él.”

“en el escritor más claro, más preciso, más enérgico, las palabras no son, ni pueden ser, otra cosa que signos aproximados de un pensamiento, un sentimiento, una idea”

“¡Cuántos incidentes importantes pueden sacarse del asunto más sencillo, si se tiene la paciencia de meditar!”

“«¡Basta! Lo mejor es enemigo de lo bueno; lo vais a echar todo a perder...»”
“«Veis lo que he hecho -replicaba el artista jadeante, al buen conocedor extasiado-; pero no veis lo que tengo aquí y lo que persigo.»”

“sensibilidad […], esa disposición era de la debilidad de los órganos, consecuencia de la movilidad del diafragma, de la vivacidad de la imaginación, de la delicadeza de los nervios, que inclina a compadecer, a estremecerse, a admirar, a temer, a turbarse, a llorar, a desvanecerse, a socorrer, a huir, a gritar, a perder la razón, a exagerar, a despreciar, a desdeñar, a no tener idea precisa de lo verdadero, lo bueno y lo hermoso, a ser injusto, a ser demente.”

Pues abre tu mente, porque es hora de viajar.
Ajusten sus palabras, porque busco inspiración.
Creo que la perdí cuando corría por el bosque …

Y que te odio y te odio, dije. Y no paraba de repetirlo, cada vez con la misma intensidad.
Because I’m missing your supposed presence all the time. And I look sideways, and find only ….

Y no había encontrado nada mejor que sentir que necesitaba vomitar todo; alejar todo de ella y regresar al origen. A lo seguro. A lo silencioso pero profuso. Esta vez era un bosque claro, lleno de pasajes que eran solo para ella; para que explorara, admirara y descubriera. Estaba solo ella.
The peaceful memory struck five. But that flute in my ears keeps echoing like the stars in a day sky, forever present, but calm.

****Wolf’s Rain OST****

Symphony Drums

Hoy algo dentro de mí suena 'brrrr', y no sé qué es.

Maybe it's the lizard I drew and swallowed yesterday.

I'm dead on arrival. I will sever the tie, sever the tie.

And tonight I dreamt with those kind of oppresive situations.

And with my teacher inviting me to smoke...illegal cigars at my old school.

And my internet is a dickshit.

And I'm stuck in the middle, forgetting how to write in english and how to read in spanish.

And I've always liked remixes and techno; electronico en general.

And I confess I've gotten stuck with a song for, like, at least, three weeks.

And where is your boy tonight? I hope, he is a gentlemen.

And I need to stop reading and start playing.

And acting like a 14 year old gives me a headstart on your cynic comments.

And I don't care about a thing you say to me cuz I won't remember you 20 years from now.

And so I think 'back off', and smile at your pittyness, not at your 'seemingly' nice comment.

And why do I have to explain myself to you, if you're not gonna do anything for me.

And I...can't tell right from the wrong.

And I forgot to hug you good when I said goodbye.

And I won't do it next time cuz I'm not strong enough.

And this isn't how I go.

And I'm afraid to draw, and I'm scared to write.

I think 'have I lost it not doing it?'.

And it's cuz, sometimes, I forget I need to be good not to someone, but to myself.

So I start again, and walk again.
Till today, there it goes --

...Floating along as a melody comes...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~City of Devils

Man once sang to me
Look at you saving the world on your own
And I wonder how things gonna be
As the time here passes so slow

In a city of devils we live
A city of devils we live

Find somebody to learn
Boy, you gotta love someone more than yourself
I can feel the fire of the city lights burn
And it's hard to find Angels in Hell

Flying alone
And I feel like I don't belong
And I can't tell right from the wrong
And why have I been here so long?

In a city of devils we live
A city of devils we live

Questions I can't seem to find
To the answers I already have
And you can't see the sky here at night
So I guess I can't make my way back

Flying alone
And I feel like I don't belong
And I can't tell right from the wrong
And why have I been here so long?

What if I wanted you here
Right now
Would you fall in the fire burn me down
If I wanted you here
Right now
Would you fall in the fire burn me down
If I wanted you here
Right now

In a city of devils we live
a city of devils we live
a city of...

Flying alone
and I feel like I don't belong
and I can't tell right from the wrong
and why have I been here so long?

I don't belong
don't belong
I've been here too long
too long

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Martin Sheen or JFK

Here it is
One more glass for these broken hands
Goes down for you
I've fallen in
I sink then swallow
I never meant
To see this through

All the days
Since I've landed
I lost the way
To find my truth
You float away
And leave me stranded
What's left to say
I'll hurt for you


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~How I Go

I could tell you the wildest of tales
My friend the giant and traveling sales
Tell you all the times that I failed
The years all behind me
The stories exhaled.

And I'm drying out
Crying out
This isn't how I go

I could tell you of a man not so tall
Who said life's a circus and so we are small
Tell you of a girl that I saw
I froze in the moment and she changed it all

And I'm drying out
Crying out
This isn't how I go
Hurry now
Lay me down
And let these waters flow
Flow...

Son I am not everything you thought that I would be
But every story I have told is part of me

And you keep the air in my lungs
Floating along as a melody comes
And my heart beats like timpani drums
Keeping the time while a symphony strums

And I'm drying out
Crying out
This isn't how I go
Hurry now
Lay me down
And let these waters flow...
Flow....
Let it flow, let it flow

Son I am not everything you thought that I would be
But every story I have told is part of me
Son I leave you now but you have so much more to do
And every story I have told is part of you