Etcétera, etcétera

Weird plastic bottles
Everybody leaves
To the plastic fishes
They eat our feces
There’s nobody in here
Can’t you see them?
Whispering thoughts
Into young boys
The bottom of the ocean
Feels sick of our peace
We are nobody
Can’t you stay a little?
They send me messages
Blur my meaninglessness
Burn your clothes
Hide your ropes
Your father is after us
Run naked into the forest
Meet the plastic people
Kill the plastic people
Don’t you see them?
Don’t bother to fight
We have no right
Left is all that’s left
Feel it in your chest
Empty your consciousness
Fake plastic people
Making more fake plastic people
Elevating more fake plastic people
What happened?
Are you there?
Weird plastic bottles
I am done with my project
Lost all the passion
To people way too shit-fashion
Trapped in complexiness
Dying of simpleness
They’re everywhere
Can’t you take me?
They don’t see
They don’t speak
They don’t think
But I can’t weep
No more.

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Discution inconséquente, rime manquante

Comment converses-tu avec une personne
Si vos lèvres ne sont pas entièrement
Destinées à la parole véridique
Qui submerge cette existence pudique ?
Les mots de l’âme éclipsés
Par nos messages mal structurés,
La flamme du cœur enivrée
De vertu, de vin et de poussière.
L’on est comme des anges tombés de l’Olympe
Entre les Dieux l’on s’est révolté
Car leurs idéaux nous surmontaient
Et les démons nous proposaient une rampe
Vers un monde plus simple
Où les humains vivent en harmonie
Sans se soucier des normes préétablies,
Qui guident et affaiblissent
Notre cœur et esprit.
Il n’y a rien de plus honnête
Et de plus humainement vrai
Qu’une conversation entre deux
Qui dérive sans objection ;
Une personne parle et l’autre écoute,
Sans penser à la réponse avant qu’elle s’écroule
Entre les mensonges et les paroles
Des indignes d’être présents.
Le corps humain en unisson
Entre les notes de notre chanson
Nous formions une harmonie
Trop mystique pour être suivie.
Me parlez pas de discutions
Si vous perdez la raison
Dès qu’un argument vous effraie
Car votre vision il agresse.
Laissez le silence vous apporter
Les réponses tellement cherchées
Les mots veulent plus de questions
Et nous en avons déjà en trop.
Dans la génération des communications
Nous nous perdons entre l’unisson
Laissez donc la déraison
Être la source de vos paroles.

Versos mudos

Ya no sé si es odio o razón
Lo que surge de este corazón
Cuando los versos escucha
De esa boca que tanto suspira.
No me digáis que ya lo sé
Que nada es cómo solía ser
Pero, flaca, si te veo sin rumbo
Mi barca de paja yo ya hundo.
Pues no hay piernas iguales
Que reproduzcan esa hambre
Que tengo por tus blancas bragas
Las noches llenas de ginebra barata.
Ya no sé si te quiero o te odio
Y entre tanto añoro el otoño
En el que llegaste a mi caseta
Llena de versos sin poeta
Pues muy cansado estoy yo
Para nombrarme algo hoy.
Recuerdo esa mañana en tu cama
Acostada eras sinónimo de calma,
Y en papeles bien arrugados
Te susurraba versos amargos
Sobre amores de antaño,
Amores que provocan llantos.
Llantos que compartimos ambos
Entre el calor de ese verano
Donde la ribera de nuestra historia
Se perdió entre las memorias.
Pero éste océano de incertidumbre
Me entrega hacia las duras orillas
Dónde la locura y la angustia cunden,
Y ya se hunden mis pupilas
De no verte, de tanto cantarte
Y en mi soledad, no tenerte.

Schizophrenia

We used to talk all the time
Now you can’t face my eyes,
You told me all your secrets
Never was a good preacher.
Now listen how you talk and to whom
This is not how you designed your room,
This is not what passion meant
When you wrote it on my chest.
Hollow from the inside out
You grew a beard to hide behind,
Said you don’t want questions anymore,
Why you keep drowning your thoughts ?
Is this who you thought you were ?
Watch how it drives you insane
Whenever you hear her name.
You dealt with that memory ?
Are you sure of what you mean ?
You told me be what you want to be
Love everyone you get to meet,
Play like there were no greed
And now I don’t know where you are
I sincerely hope you are doing alright,
I Thought your pen never lied.
You come back to me now
Searching something in the dark,
But I am only your echo
And I cannot protect you,
Unless you let me inside
Just this one more time.
So write young idiot, write
About her, the wine & let’s laugh
At the odds of being caught
By Death before the Sunrise.

3:26 a.m

There’s pain in the heartbreak
Or in the mind’s overtake.
But how beautiful is it to find
All your pieces on the ground
Waiting for you to pick them up
As high as the great Sun God,
To construct another version
Of everything you are as a person.
The hability to create new
To forget all the used.
We are humans made of particules
Or we are told so anyway
And in every possible way
Without destroying we can’t create.
So we live our lives like we’re unique
And maybe we all are but not like this
It is not the need for attention
Or the battles with our great ego,
It’s the kindness, the free mind,
The soul within our tired eyes
That makes us different somehow.
Stop looking for groups to join
And listen to your own thoughts
That’s the one with the truth
That’s the one you cannot lose.
Do you feel the breeze ?
Do you see the peace?
Running from your lungs
Into the chamber of your soul?
That’s you, the real you
Asking for a truce.
Sweetlips you broke me,
Everything I hoped to be
Vanished with your hips
When you said not to fight thee.
Nowadays I don’t feel anything
But peace and love in me,
No hate no anger, just this
And the memory of us happy
Like I never hoped to feel.
And I forgive you
And I forgive me
After all it is not our fault
That life is so wrong
And society kills our prose.
I’ll ask you one more time
To take my love back
Just to feel your chest
Growing into the thin space
Of the melody we forever create.

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