Categoría: Poemas

They made a statue of us
And it put it on a mountain top
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum
Take photographs have fun, have fun

They’ll name a city after us
And later say it’s all our fault
Then they’ll give us a talking to
Then they’ll give us a talking to
Because they’ve got years of experience
We’re living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We’re living in a den of thieves
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious

We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not ‘cause we want eternal sleep
And though our parts are slightly used
New ones are slave labor you can keep

We’re living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We’re living in a den of thieves
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious

They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
The tourists come and stare at us
The sculptor’s marble sends regards
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
Our noses have begun to rust
We’re living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
Were living in a den of thieves

And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious

I dont know exactly what you said last night.
I was sleeping,
And you weren’t there,
So may be all is a big misunderstanding.

But I remeber this:
You said you will always love me,
And I say I will always take care of you,
And we both cry.

I didn’t ask about anything else regarding your feelings,
You didn’t digg about my past.

I miss you as I had never missed you before,
You…

So may be all is a big misunderstanding,
But if it weren’t let’s make a pact.

I will love you forever,
And write about you and our love,
forever.

As long as you never stop being happy,
just if you promise you will always smile.

Now I’m crying, and I can´t stop,
There is a rush of feelings crossing all over my body,
It’s me, It’s you. I wish It were Us.

How fragile does the human mind is?
How sensitive does my skin is to your hands?
How far is this world from the Love we felt?

Nostalgia involved in superficial laughs,
Fear deeply hidden on a mysterious cover,
It’s my outside me, crying ad my inside me.

I can’t take my eyes off of your memory.
when I close my eyes.

And I’m crying.

en mis manos y en mis uñas,
en mis palabras y en mis pensamientos,
en mis ideas y en mis sueños,
ahí lo noto.

en mis miedos y tristezas,
en la íra y en mis errores,
en el tiempo y en los recuerdos.
también lo noto.

en mi profunda soledad,
en mi miedo a dejarte ir,
en mí, todo el tiempo lo noto.

ayer casi no pude dormir,
la ansiedad de volverte a verte,
el miedo de lo que será,
lo noto.

*amar es sentir que alguien te ve
*que escucha y recuerda lo que dices
*que no te importa dejarlo todo por esa persona
*que esta en tus sueños
*que es tan hermosa que no puedes ver a nadie más
*que te excita su manera de hablar de reir y de pensar
*que no te importaría morir, porque ya la conociste
*que aunque todo se acabara esta noche, tu tienes para siempre momentos con esa persona
*que duermas pensando en esa persona
*que despiertes pensando en esa persona
*que cuando te enojas no puedes esperar un segundo para arreglarlo
*que dejes hasta de ser tú por complacerla
*que te guie y te enseñe
*que quieras ser una mejor persona
*que hagas planes juntos
*que después de la euforia de los primeros meses le robes un beso sin razon
*que todas sus imperfecciones te parezcan adorables
*que su voz te toque los huesos
*que su risa alimente tu alma
*que su ausencia te haga llorar
*que despues de años sigas sientiendo sus besos
*para mi, eso es amar.

What else is there between the sea?,
How far is your world from my heart?,
Am I talking too fast? or feeling so deep?
Or was it just a sweet dream?

Never know… try to think,
or you’d better stop,
Don´t take this too far,
I mean your fear.

What else is there between my heart?
How far is your soul from my world?
Are you running away? o coming up too fast?,
Or wasn´t it?

Maybe I had always known, stop over thinking,
or try to start from the begining,
Don’t stop what you think you feel,
It’s real.

My heart has become stronger, (or maybe not)
Because all what I want to, gets back to me (or maybe that’s what I wish)
Everything seems to finally fit. (or maybe that’s what I need to believe)

That’s all, a nice end for a long walk, (or maybe I’m too tired to keep thinking)
At last, a smile and a warm bed to lean on. (…)