A Dead Butterfly

Y el rojo impregnaba los vidrios dandole una luz mortecina al cuarto...
Luz de Luna manchada en sangre.

Acaso el asombro se había vuelto terror profundo.
Donde el terror profundo se había vuelto valor en primer punto.

La niebla no entraba por las fisuras cubiertas con almohadas impecables
Quiza resistentes por el recuerdo de los padres grabado en ellas.
Pero acado los vidrios y las batientes de madera tendrían igual suerte?
A permanecer integras cuando el mundo se desvanece.

La Luna era ya apenas una mancha alla arriba (Alla abajo)
Y no era en quien confiar.
Un asco extraño invadio al niño, conciente de que las flores eran mariposa y los tes eran mariposa.

Cuando hubo superado la convulsión lo entendió sin embargo.

las flores eran mariposa...
Los tes eran mariposa...

El era mariposa.
A un grito alarido los vidrios cedieron
El rojo vino a el pero no atacando sino envolviendo.

Y el fue al rojo pero no temeroso ni rendido sino imponiendo

Y salio por la ventana aleteando a modo inverso para no caer en el cielo
De los tubos quedando solo pedazos rotos...

Y entro por la misma puerta pintandola de rojo con un curioso grabado...
Sobre su propia historia para el siguiente niño que por allí descendiera

Y tomo el lugar al fondo de aquella morada, tiñendola de rojo como antes estuvo azulada.
Esperando que el día de la inmolación nunca llegara...
listo sin embargo para cerrar el circulo de ocurrir de ese modo.

De espiritus de creencia en epocas de no creencia

Entre que el tiempo vuelva las imagenes borrosas
pero firme el recuerdo mismo

Quedara el punto intermedio del sueño y la recreacion ficticia
De momentos enterrados en polvos de tiempo.

Me pierdo
Palabra constante pero no preocupante

Continua pero grata
En modo harto extraño

De maneras explicables solo a ciertos modos
y a personas en especifico.

Vos resultas ser la persona en especifico
A los modos en que explico el mundo.

Y solo nuestra amplia diferencia explica
Lo otrora no comprensible.

Que las similitudes no aparecen magia
sino lazos acordes a la amistad

El español sin duda logra cursi
lo que en ingles parece funcionar

La diferencia vaya de cualquier modo
Crea vinculos distintos y funcionales

Que contrarian el isomorfismo de una aparente debilidad

Nuestra elección entonces no fue a la ligera

Sino compleja entre su aparente velocidad.

Inversamente proporcional a su prima de estabilidad.

Lost out of words I do not believe in Xmas

In the middle of darkness the rays of blue light pierced my eyes.
And in the middle of darkness death was one with life for they are...
In the middle of nowhere
For we were in the middle of nowhere at the end ain't we?
And everywhere at the same time.
Magic it can be
Or perhaps magic is not involved at all
Words no to the silence
And words are not enough.
And time is not enough,
Lost away of me.
Lost in the lands of you
Never wanting to return
Always failing to express the point.
Such is the weakness of my letters
Such is the bless within the ignorance
A riddle easy to solve
A moment hard to forget
Lost out of words

And in the middle of the night my head was about to explode
Full of pain for the distance...
Full of me but not of you
Lost out of words.

Lost out of words to describe you
And to tell you about al those things floating around
Those things you do not see hence you do not believe in

And you know I do not believe in Xmas
But I believe in you instead
And I believe in fairies and in armies of wooden elven bows.

Lost out of words to describe us.
But tryng nonetheless
Trying till kingdom come

lost out of words to tell you
I do believe in us.

Do you?
Do you?
Hope you can tell me you do.

Hope you can make my day with those words.

For I do not believe in Xmas
But I can believe in the best gift eva brought to us by order of Sta the Claus.

And war will attack these lands always
My lands full of the war that never ends for I care for others
(And a lil of pryde and evil those others can have)
But war in my land means by no means war in the Oz (Us) land

Hope you are already there making me some company
If not then I'll cross the yellow brick road to get you.

I probably found some words.

to tell how I found some stuff

That I didn't knew for Layla Miller I'm not.

To believe in something in Xmas

But not in Xmas itself...

Flying angel's leathers

To come back for you, I cannot for I never left you
In a gray night of December I could only dissapoint you.
Fail my intent and my propose.

Hurts and scars.
Scars and tears
Blooddrops.
I do not want that to be the only thing you have left today.

I do not want to leave
Leave without you
You're still inlove?

In love of lips us...

The us within your eyes.
The me born of your caress

The you scanned in my.

You want all of this place to fade
And us and only us.

I want you to see we are all the rest
And how the world reflects the best of you and takes the shadows of you.

We want...A chance
A chance to prove ourselves...

And I want to tell you I'm here and there
Here writing for you
There being with you

She was dead once

She is not a zombie you know
But she was dead once, away of all hopes and out of all breaths.
i know she was dead for I was dead once as well.
It is the only way it makes sense.
We brought demons from our time in hell
We fight with them night and day
We brought something else but it is hard to describewhat it is.
And I don't know
I don`t know
How we'll kill our demons and our shadows.
The hidden name of my mail is her shadow
And my shadows come as fallen teachers and a rebel Bene Gesserit
Oh shadows upon us.
We couldn't be lucky enough to be free of them
There is light
Light as well
And hope I do have hope
If being a buddist means believe you have no soul
I cannot acomplish such thing
And I am doomed to these grounds.

What about you?
Are you lost
Are you condemned?

What is the end?
How is the end?
Shadows above lights
Regrets above desires

Or a nicer ending
A happy ending
I do not know
I want a happy ending this time
For all the unhappy endings in the fiction I follow.

For all the unhappy endings
And the hard ways

See me now
I'll smile and bleed to death for you
Smile and we're even
Smile and we're...

Sleep now
Dream now
Of a happy ending
For the first time

Hard to believe I know
Hard to coinceive even more
It wil be done nonetheless.