jueves, 18 de octubre de 2018

Passion

Passion

They can all turn a blind eye to their own lives. They can follow the path and build their own prisons. Shall  their passions be hidden forever? Passion controls the lovers. This means they are driven by their most dark and hidden emotions, irrationally.  To commit whatever sin they come across as blood runs insatiably through their veins. Passion is the meaning, the true cause of our vividness and of our tireless search.


The peasant

The Peasant

The peasant refuses to see, astonishing thoughts cross his mind. As resentful as the devil they rise. As happiness skipped his lane and as offspring of contempt, the peasant was born condemned: thou killed the one, those actions were in vain. Neither the shadows nor the darkness remain. How special thoughts shall they carry?: nothing but reflective words of an art with no artist. As the blacksmith forged the silence of the outcast, its blood thickened into ice.  Shall the fury of the betrayed lover rise?  Shall they be condemned? As no words were heard, his pain will linger though his body can’t remain.

domingo, 9 de octubre de 2011

Thoughts from the Sky

It is not just from the body that we feel
we feel from the soul, we fill in a role
It is from the deepest wounds that men have
the ones from the soul we bury them shy
It is from the deepest fears that men regret
the past, the future that we strive
Shameless minds begin to carry
resteless thoughts with no answers
Devoted days, devoted nights
breathless holes in their hearts
It's not the man, it's not the chest
it's the invisible silence of death

domingo, 9 de enero de 2011

Reached the Point of no Turning Back

I don't see behind, I will only look forward.
There is no past for me.

viernes, 7 de enero de 2011

Hate

I just want to express my sadness
Not because I don't have you anymore
Just because I knew it from the very start
That things would end up this way

I hate foreseeing things
I hate knowing things and pretending I don't
I hate the way that I can't hate any of you
But what I hate the most... is myself
For letting this happen over and over again

lunes, 1 de noviembre de 2010

Blocked

I wanted to express something.. but I just can't.
I am not here anymore.
I am not here.
Not for you.
Not for you.
Not for you.
Just carry on with your lives.
I am fine.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.

I will always shine.
No matter what.
You can all forget me.
Forget me.
Forget me.
Forget me.

I am moving on.
Have a nice life.
Have a nice life.
Have a nice life.

sábado, 21 de noviembre de 2009

The Way

The way I look at you
and no one else but you
as if everything else
doesn’t make sense,
and try to pretend
that my life is the same.
The way I stare deeply into your eyes
as if my soul could merge with yours
by only one look,
by only one blink.
I lose myself everytime I gaze into your eyes.
I was dreaming that one day
you would stare at me that way.