Do(n’t) read me

Blending dreams

Digital signs that drive me nuts 

Is it just “imagination”?

and if it is.... what about those hallucinations?

Don’t assume that nobody reads you, 

Questioning how I have believed you

Messages will flow far from digitalisation,

before they get crushed by the dodgy dimension 

I have travelled the coldest side of the satellite 

And now you don’t even reply

Time to forget you!

But I realised how much I get you 

What are you afraid of?

We’re already dead,

the rest is free of F#*%! ringing bells

Strange being

Twisted by Moebius

The days are not correlative 

emotions also relative 

the verses quite successive

Entertainment used as a palliative 

Where is the lost connection 

to some breaking point? reflection?

Sensations are imminent

eternal joy is subsequent

the twisted dream

wrapped in sighs.

We are not alone,

We are together

Not divided,

stronger than ever.

Come to me

and I will open the door

in my way of love

with the smile in tow

No (self) love

How can I stop being surprised by your thoughts?

Circularity,

Singularity,

All together 

Feel forever 

How your distance could feel so close this time?

How my tears ain’t softs? 

Why my breast feel the pain before my head?

How your holes,

Your owls,

Nor even your words 

Can’t puzzle you hard enough?

Vibrating

Escaping

Stay and Came back

Do you want this wall?
Do you like at all?
Sensations are not concluded
Decisions are not so pure

What happens if we not say no
What happens if we decide to go
So simple, so light
So sad and so bright

I can keep the peaceful set mind
I can breathe until be blind
Hug me
Huge me one more time

GrateFull

My eyes in the future are loving
They are leaving, raining and drawing
I am feeling desperate 
But your warmest hug in distance keeps me awake

Sometimes I feel myself so small
Sometimes the Souls that I met in my path,
make me cry and then smile

I feel loved
I feel growing my invisible roots in every step
And I decided to take a little break

Next to me
Next to her
Bristol called me and
I am a good listener

Take my breath away...
and came back again
Again
Again

When the Death is coming

Day ends or it was we have taught to
Laughs are closer to breath them in
and the surprise is the so called dead 

Or the idea about what is it (and old idea)

The perspective, the conjunctive
the adjectives that are you using fairly describes
And they are now part of a magical tribe

Rituals, secrets, strikes and goodbyes
We know that we need to decide
just believe in your own side
and fight or fly

Recycling Collage NZ 

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Alguien debe cortar la cadena
Vamos por el mundo, haciéndonos daño,
creando y recreando lo que en nuestra mente significa un caos
vomitando secretos oscuros del pasado

Y se van serenando los miedos, a un lado
y vas mendigando algunos esclavos
saqueando, tomando sin avisar prestado
mientras dura la eternidad de tu pretendido reinado

Y es allí donde vuelves tus pasos alados
y confiesas en el lecho de muerte tus pecados
y nadie más te oye
porque a nadie más le importa
porque es uno más
que pereció encadenado

Un eslabón indemne en la línea que te han marcado
Alguien debe cortar la cadena,
está escrito en algún lado
Puedes oírlo, palparlo, sentirlo, hablarlo
Pero debes vivirlo, hacerlo carne y traducirlo

Alguien debe cortar la cadena,
es preciso que no amarres
es debido que te ates, te sueltes y desates
que tomes todos esos pilares
y los arranques

No necesitas más fuerza que la que usas para abandonarte
No necesitas más libros, cuentos, historias de siglos y de otros tiempos
No necesitas de una red anónima ni haber recorrido kilómetros perdidos
Observa el mundo, tan sólo un segundo
y en ese suspiro corta todo olvido

Jemand muss schneiden die Kette