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miércoles, 3 de noviembre de 2010

Amanecer conmigo

Ojos café que vagan por el viento. La mente vuela, quiere escapar y se prepara a luchar. Tiene una guitarra y dos manos y los pies bien asentados en el suelo. Vas a tratar de detenerla ahora?
Está un poco loca, lo admito , pero no podés negar que tiene estilo. Ella es como el océano, terca, imparable y alza sus brazos al cielo. Con el alma prendida fuego, la libertad robada, pero  sabés, el destino la hizo madurar a la fuerza.
Ella es tantas cosas y de formas tan diversas.
El aroma del pasto cuando el sol amanece. Sentir la lluvia sólo con mirar a través de las nubes, son sus certezas.
Todas esas mentiras congeladas en el tiempo. Entonces ella se mueve demasiado rápido y es casi imperceptible.

Coffee Eyes, Mind that flies Wants to scape, prepared to fight. She´s got a guitar, she has two hands and her feet on the ground. Are you gonna stop her this time? Well she´s a bit mad, but you can´t deny she´s got her own style. Cause She´s like the ocean, crazy unstoppable, rises her arms, up to the sky.
Soul on fire, stolen freedom, you know what? She has grown up.
She´s the one, who loves the smell of the grass when the day is breaking down. She can feel the rain just with watching through the clouds.
All those lies, frozen in time. She´s moving on way too fast.

 
Es la traducción de una canción que escribí (un toque modificada para el texto, pero en su escencia),.

lunes, 23 de agosto de 2010

Artífice

De mis crisis siempre saqué algo de arte
pero jamás escribí nada para explicarte
lo que lográs en mi con solo mirarte

Sos el artífice de todos mis sueños
dibujante de mis sonrisas
dueño de mis pensamientos


que hacer cuando te veo alejarte
Una hora o dos bastan para extrañarte
si te veo mañana duermo para soñarte.

ahogas cualquier mal recuerdo
ahuyentas mis pesadillas
En mi aire está tu aliento.


Sos el artífice de todos mis sueños
dibujante de mis sonrisas
dueño de mis pensamientos

Al destino lo tiento
de tu mano sin miedo
a tu lado lo siento
y si te pierdo no vuelo.

Sos el artífice de todos mis sueños
dibujante de mis sonrisas
dueño de mis pensamientos.

In a world of Mutherfuckers

In a world of muther fuckers
Liars, politicians and broken lovers
in a world of muther fuckers
Who think they´re right
but then know nothing

Sick people make sick the others.
Don´t think you understand
if you know half of the story.

In a world of muther fuckers
Liars, lawyers and dirty sobers
They´re starving for money

They´ll steal your life
They´ll drive you blind
They´ll twist your mind
and drag you down.

In a world of muther fuckers
Liars, politicians and broken lovers
in a world of muther fuckers
Who think they´re right
but then know nothing


Sick people make sick the others.
Don´t think you understand
if you know half of the story.

I´ll get you my dear, my price.
if that´s the last thing that i do in my life
I don´t mind.

And i´ll posses you
just to set you free
I´ll hurt you
Brake you
and then I´ll rest in peace

So this is what I drink
it´s the price to pay
for being who I am
this is what I breathe

And  what i didn´t mean to be
inhibriated with tears, with her fears
i´ve become so cold.

domingo, 17 de enero de 2010

She´s having breakfast, pouring the milk in a cup; while she thinks about drugs and listens to American Idiot.
She´s eighteen and always drunk, but shh. Her parents don´t know.
They locked her up cause outside, there´s a dangerous world.
As she cuts her wrists, she laughs and screams. I´m my own danger Dad, I´ve always been. I´m so fucked up (she whispers).
She´s bleeding now on the bathroom floor. The music´s too loud, and she doesn´t give a fuck.
They made the choises for her but they didn´t know, they didn´t know, they didn´t know.
As she waits for Jesus of suburbia to come and pick her up in his BMW; What an ironic day she thought. Who´s gonna save you, I mean all of you?
She laughs as the tears run down. The walls start to spin; And damn she´s so in pills. And they think they know her but they have no idea.
I´m not coming back half past twelve tonight. Tonight is my night So goodbye.



martes, 29 de diciembre de 2009

Anthem to Pills

eWhen I fall down,
Will you catch me into your arms?
Will you let me fall
like everybody does?

When I can´t breath,
will you kiss me, breathe for me. Poison me.
I´m suffocating.

Just give me the pills
I can´t stand feeling like this.
Cause I´m not alright
But I´m trying to get through It.
Just give me the pills
I can´t stand feeling like this.
I´m always on a fight,
and I Don´t think I can win.

just stand by my side as I fall.

I´m suffocating,
I cannot breath,
My body´s shaking,
help me please.
I´m suffocating,
I´m suffocating

I´m addicted to my own pain. Like Shirley Manson said:
I´m only happy when it´s complicated.
I´m addicted to this pain (how sick is that?)
I´m suffocating, suffocating
And writing again cause,

I´m suffocating,
I cannot breath,
My body´s shaking,
help me please.

I´m suffocating,
I cannot breath,
My body´s shaking,
help me please.

I´m suffocating,
I barely breath
I think I´m fainting,
give me the pills.