Amaneció el dia lleno de espacio, y salió por la puerta del umbral de la vida.
Vive junto a la muerte y derrite las mentes, la justicia no existe pero el la defiende.
Ya perdió por creer en pequeños gigantes, nubes grises y verdes de un pasado de amores.
Descuida el air que bebe y muere todas las tardes. Noches inciertas acechan memorias rojas de furia.
Es la pequeña distancia entre lucidez y locura.
domingo, agosto 05, 2012
Melancholy of a promise kept.
Haunted in my dreams i think of you,
breathing without air i think of you,
Say that you love me, please do.
Why can't i make this feeling go away,
i live in torture of my soul, for it is not mine anymore,
It was not money nor fame that came in with the trade,
even though i gave it to you, you had no price to pay.
Oh please let me live, love, lust for another skin and another hair,
for i've fulfilled my swear but i was left alone and in debt.
I damn the life that has cursed me with the blessings of life that you bring.
Took a moment to love and a eternity to accept.
Promises are meant to be kept and lovers are meant to be dead.
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