Rocket Brothers (Or Sister)

Some things end not nicely yet somehow the remains of that persist and become something else of a different nature and even if time consumes some of it leaving but ruins at the end painful sad ruins show some short of good I think of no hate and of good friends that very short of thing...

Although i admitedly will miss longer conversations in some more days.

Well at least it didn´t end up in a point where one fears the other and we can say Hi like almost normally but destiny perhaps slowly slides apart and we are not lonely anymore...

And I see now of such a crash such a burst... so violent so loud
so unredeemable. And yes there were moments that I blasted and I am so concient it was sucha failure so many times on my side, but I still think you're a good friend. I still think high of you.

It fades I feel it fades as broken brothership that never had the choice to be proven on my side

And this birthday letter comes way to early for such a different reason.

So what can I say if last time I insist you shall conquest and obliterate the skies of the west.

And we tried, we found someone to care for and that brought you the someone to protect.

Perhaps time or chance will bring some other image after years and years like Sasuke finding Naruto so many time later.

Perhaps or perchance.

You lived all that you could live. Took a deep breath of life

I walked around finding me outside of me and seeing how the rubik and the allspark come into place.

Different tales of perhaps the same kin of coins

This tale is not to be neglected as I learnt

What will bring the next year is something out of my reign and it will certainly change some of your old habits

Wish you the best of lucks the only thing I seem to be able to give to you
Too few when making the maths, too few and perhaps always a little too late

The path is done and one can only have some faith faith for a last Hi within it
Or a friendship in the way it should have been from the start.
The brotherhood not of evil mutants but of lost younglings
I knew sometime ago that you were stronger than me...
And then with the martial arts classes you were stronger in another way

I hope to have the strenght of yours one day.
There are things to admire indeed
Let alone between all the moments that I blew
The rain in July shall be a memory of a story written in no card

For the only one I could consider a sister.
As oddly as it ends up being for the protohistory between us.

Perdida de brillo

Lord in heaven and earth...
...Present in every part of this world

Allow me to pray for the bright in young spirits so it won't fade out
For responsability perhaps can take it away from the kind
And no one seems to care or act

Enlight someone to help this act
To avoid the path that rises now

For age has little to do with spirit and young souls

The gray of this world shall not cover is all

La frontera

Hay relampagos en el lejano sur e imagino que golpean a los centinelas de la frontera.
La frontera entre dos paises alla remotos distintos como Aceite y Agua
De los pedregales llenos de barbaros a los bosques llenos de seres casi etereos perdidos de su forma fisica.

Tan diferentes
Escoltas de una y otra naciones.

Sonando tambores, tambores de guerra
Listos para que los bosques se incendien y las piedras se desquebrajen.
La muralla es un rio
El rio no debe secarse.

Still

I am still learning how to bend the fire how to master myself
I still try to figure out who am I and who can I be somehow
In someway I think I love like I should but I live not the same way.

I'm still learning how to let go of the past
When somethings you once disliked are now good and gone completely
I do not mess with time no I can't

And for my complexe I know I have to do everything alright

Want to save them all

But sometimes I feel I'll loose everyone around.

And I'll end up alone as the macro side of me

A good time to die

Y lo creo; es una buena época para morir, para dejar este mundo con un poco mas de Arrakis y Giedi Prime cada día.
Y lo cuento es un buen momento en medio de voces que claman justicia en el desierto.
Muere la época y la esperanza de un pueblo, muere la credibilidad y la fe, mueren personas aqui y alla que no se conectan, pero que van mas allá de aquellos asesinatos ya diarios contados por los periodicos, para que uno al final no se desensibilice a esa realidad de muerte que a veces se ha vuelto demasiado continua para notarla como merece.

Mueren los viejos, pero tambien otros tantos que de viejos poco tenían, y quizá su muerte avisa de tiempos finales, de cambios de caidas y al morir la esperanza con ellos nace una oportunidad de que renazca algún día en épocas que quizá no lleguemos a ver.

El viento golpeando rostros que ya no se han de mirar, borrando lagrimas que no han de ser registradas. Donde las cartas de las brechas se pierden en escombros de una era.

Que si las peores predicciones vendran a aflorar...

Mostrando un mañana con un despertar de una violenta brillantez...Para el que pueda ver tal

Las oportunidades perdidas vienen a cobrarse con probabilista de accidentes inusuales que dejan pocos registros, con fuego, con mejoras que se vuelcan en recaidas fatales, choques cuyo eco llega a mi, derrames sobre papel brillante, electricidad que deja abiertas puertas que deben sellarse.

Y oh el tiempo escasea aun para los vivos.

Reflections

I have get used to see your face much more than my own reflection and as such have learnt to reflect myself in you and to feel myself and my emotions within your pale face.
So I've come to the point of smiling with your smiles and saddening with your tears, and seeing just how beauty or dark the world can get by seeing how you go around it.
Yes it can get pretty dark and one can only withstand like I withstand the sun, but there will always rain someday I hope there will always be a rainy day when all this hell finally comes to an end.
Yet not everyday will rain and sometimes one can only walk around and take the heat and take the beat.
I do know you can, I do know I can. We're all full of mistakes yes that is for sure but we cannot give up and one shall ever keep trying till the end, yes a dream is for some people something out of reality and out of place but not always and it shouldn't be. Yes we can both laugh of that guy's dreams and ambitions even when he's not ready to take over the world yet and old he is already...
But the way of our dreams is far purest and far better. Dreams are not something nice for they require effort and with dreams like ours we need to die along the road once and twice to get it done.

But this is not the end of the road actually it is the point when we start taking the road all by ourselves.

It is not the end of the road but just a moment on it and a day shall come to replace these times...

A time shall come indeed.

Light within the darkness

Light within the darkness This dark of the darkest times...
And so I say somehow there is light within this darkness.
The light of a dream about to come true.
And the light of the past still helping.
So there came death and famine and the impossibility to get good money this summer time.
One work after another, and instead of getting paid you lost money in each one.

So I shall march, for it cannot be easy for the likes of me to pass on, to keep going
It can be a good new to withstand all of this.

Things change but there will always be light within the darkness
Even somehow between the spaces of a tomb.

Must not forget that one