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.

Listones bien enrollados

Que puedo decir, si todo puede ser expresado con palabras, pero de ello he confesado ya bastante, he enmascarado usando aun mas palabras otro tanto, y me hallo en la necesidad de usar imagen para expresar en vez de palabras que parecen mas sencillas de forjar en espadas o en tremendos cupulos de energia para escudos AT

Que si dejo que la melodia diga y marque todo el ritmo por mi, no sería vez primera ni vez prima, es solo otra ocasión aunque mas intencionado hacia el enredo que en ocasiones anteriores cuando el guinda y la falta de luz marcaron la pauta de lo que se decía, aquellos días han quedado atras entre dulzuras distintas e inesperadas.

Y de nuevo, el año que trajo lo inesperado no podía sio empezar donde jamás lo había imaginado retando mi mente a imaginar lo que no me esperaba o podía soñar, se acercan los días de la lucha final, una guerra que no pelee y sin embargo si planifique y perdí, vaya que si perder es el precio de estas victorias no parece haber sido la mas amarga derrota ni la mas sangrienta...

De nuevo juego como creí que no lo haría entrenando para algo que tampoco esperaba, i couldn't be happier!!!

I'll calm the spirit within us... pt III

For it can be done, With lil effort and some results.
As these world destroys itself and the blood and nonsense invade the lives of everyone around
Only then perhaps.

There are things to learn and things to break and construct
AT Fields to cross at the end.
There is peace I saw it a long time ago.
When I was a kid, you know I cannot be sure but it was probably near the very same train station of yours.

How the hell did I have peace when some of the Great War chains were being forged in front of me?
For I was but a kid who knew nothing smiled bout the good stuff and let go all the rest.
I do not regret being that little kid for the Great War could not be undone.

I do not regret the end of it (If that was the end of it)
For it was a worth lovable ending.

I do not regret a thing...
I had to live 20 years to being able to say that.

And since I found you, all the things I did make a different sense, and that feels good.

One more thing and I will have my total peace
One more thing; Do not be so sad

Please
please
just teach my mind, and we'll be possitively fine.

Teach my mind (For I do love you) pt II

For love is not a perfect equation at the end.
Yet it is a worth one.
And in the middle of a sickness weacking all of my mind and body, I found I could still miss you!
I had enough of me to be sick and allucinate and miss you so bad.

And I love you so bad...I want to shut out the part of my mind that loving you still feels her presence around, trained for years to do so.

I want to shut it off!!!
I don´t know how
Teach me how
Teach me how!
Teach me how!

Learn what I was not going to ask you, I mean to read my mind.
And I'll learn how not to see her for everytime you mention her I do not shine that much and everytime I found I putted her in the conversation again I want to cry!

Why oh why!!!

Was this a song at some point?
It is no more I can tell for sure.
And I cannot reconect and fix my mind.

Would you help me please lil by lil somehow?