Para recordar este momento.

I miss her but she´ll never know.

Pretend

Here strolls the blackened sky
With me, myself and I

Lets pretend we'll meet again
Pretend you knew me
Pretend you cared
Lets pretend we once kissed
With compassion
With heartfelt affection

Lets pretend we'll meet again
Lets just, lets just pretend
Pretend you're still... you're still my friend

Lets pretend we'll meet again
Pretend you knew me
Pretend you cared
Lets pretend we once kissed
With compassion

Alcanzame

Por siempre estarás en mi. Los errores que cometí en mi vida no pesan tanto como el de haberte dejado sin razones para quedarte. Hoy y siempre permanecerás. Hoy te recuerdo cómo siempre lo he hecho, cómo nunca he dejado de hacerlo.
Podría correr tras de ti una vez más pero ya me he cansado de correr tras es viento; tras una promesa que nunca cumplimos, un sueño de juventud que se desvanece cuándo la mirada empieza a empañarse por la realidad. Fuiste mi dulce juventud, mi más grande anhelo. Me mantuviste con vida cuando ya no había esperanza. Hoy recuerdo con amargura que nada es eterno; la ambición y el deseo son más poderosos que la mediocridad para algunos, no todos vivimos bajo una roca.
Ten suerte, y a pesar del rencor y el dolor no puedo dejar esos maravillosos días de verano a tu lado. Mi vida perdió un poco de brillo al apagarse tu luz. Hoy deseo saber que camino tomar, alguno que me saque de la tiniebla y me acerque a ti.
Tus sueños son sólo tuyos. Hoy y siempre serán tu fuerza. Yo no puedo volar o correr, jamás he podido, yo sólo puedo caminar a dónde quiera que sea necesario.
Algún día tal vez las sendas se volverán a unir y en ese momento sabremos qué fue lo que el tiempo le ofreció a cada quien: sabremos que nos tocó pagar y perder para ganar el futuro.
Si corres, no olvides mirar atrás para admirar cuán lejos te han llevado tus pasos. Hoy ya no llevas un lastre encima. Sólo el tiempo sabe a dónde termina tu camino.

Rain in Soho

No one knows where the lone wolf sleeps
No one sees the hidden treasure in the castle keep
No one learns the secret name
No one burns in the absent flame
No one broke D.B. Cooper's fall
No one hopes to hear the bagman call
Children piping in the main square
But no one's dancing
No one's dancing down there

The river goes where the water flows
But no one knows where the Batcave closed
The river goes where the water flows
But no one knows where the Batcave closed

No promise sweeter than a blood pact
Nothing harder to go through than a vanishing act
No morning colder than the first frost
No friends close than the ones we've lost
Nothing sharper than a serpent's tooth
Nothing harder than the gospel truth
Though you repent and don sackcloth and try to make nice
You can't cross the same river twice

The river goes where the water flows
But no one knows where the Batcave closed
The river goes where the water flows
But no one knows where the Batcave closed

There's a club where you'd like to go
You could meet someone who's lost like you
Revel in the darkness like a pair of open graves
Fumble through the fog for a season or two

No town more barren than our town
No haven safer than the one they tore down
No greater love than to lay my life down for a friend
No sweeter pleasure than to see the credits clear through to the end
No one knows where the lone wolf's gone
No one sees it camped out right there in the front lawn
We played for you but you would not sing
No one was going to get away with anything

The river goes where the water flows
But no one knows where the Batcave closed
The river goes where the water flows
But no one knows where the Batcave closed

We can't do anything for things that are already broken.

Oceanographer's Choice

Well, guy in a skeleton costume

Comes up to the guy in the Superman suit

Runs through him with a broadsword

I flip the television off

Bring all the bright lights up

Turn the radio up loud

I don't know why I'm so persuaded

That if I think things through

Long enough and hard enough

I'll somehow get to you

But then you came in

And we locked eyes

You kicked the ashtray over as we came toward each other

Stubbed my cigarette out against the west wall

Quickly lit another

Look at that

Would you look at that

We're throwing off sparks

What will I do when I don't have you to hold onto in the dark?

Yes, everybody's gonna need a witness

Everybody's gonna need a little backup incase the scene gets nasty

You throw the attic window open

And I throw myself all around you

And night comes to Tallahassee

I don't know why it's gotten harder

To keep myself away

I thought I'd finally beat the feeling back

It all came back today

And then we fell down

And we locked arms

We knocked the dresser over as we rolled across the floor

I don't mean it when I tell you

That I don't love you anymore

Look at that

Would you look at that

The way the ceiling starts to swerve

What will I do when I don't have you

When I finally get what I deserve

Dagger

The sunshine girl is sleeping
She falls and dreams alone
And me I am her dagger
Too numb to feel her pain

The world is full of noise, yeah
I hear it all the time
And me I am your dagger
You know I am your wound
I thought I heard you whisper:
"It happens all the time"
I thought I heard you whisper:
"It happens all the time"

She whispers while I'm sleeping
I love you when you smile
I didn't really lose you
I just lost it for a while

The world is full of noise, yeah
I hear it all the time
You know I am your dagger
You know I am your wound
I thought I heard you whisper:
"It happens all the time"
I thought I heard you whisper
"It happens all the time"

White Wedding

Hey little sister, what have you done?
Hey little sister, who's the only one?
Hey little sister, who's your Superman?
Hey little sister, who's the one you want?
Hey little sister, shotgun!

It's a nice day to start again
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again

Hey little sister, who is it you're with?
Hey little sister, what's your vice or wish?
Hey little sister, shotgun, oh yeah
Hey little sister, who's your Superman?
Hey little sister, shotgun!

It's a nice day to start again
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again

(Pick it up!)
(Take me back home, yeah!)

Hey little sister, what have you done?
Hey little sister, who's the only one?
I've been away for so long
I've been away for so long
I let you go for so long

It's a nice day to start again
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again

There is nothin' fair in this world, girl
There is nothin' safe in this world
And there's nothin' sure in this world
And there's nothin' pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again!

It's a nice day to start again
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again

O ya no entiendo lo que está pasando o ya pasó lo que creía estar entendiendo.

Passing Through

All is quiet, empty streets,

All is quiet, the city sleeps,

Close my eyes,

On my knees,

And time is passing me by;

Time is passing me by,

I can't move, can't turn back;

Out of reach, my heart is black.

My silent shout

Won't set me free

And time is passing me by.

Time is passing me by. 

Time is passing me by. 

Time is passing me by.

The Man In Black

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,

Why you never see bright colors on my back,

And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.

Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,

Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,

I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,

But is there because he's a victim of the times.I wear the black for those who never read,

Or listened to the words that Jesus said,

About the road to happiness through love and charity,

Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,

In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,

But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,

Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.I wear it for the sick and lonely old,

For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,

I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,

Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,

Believen' that the Lord was on their side,

I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,

Believen' that we all were on their side.Well, there's things that never will be right I know,

And things need changin' everywhere you go,

But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,

You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,

And tell the world that everything's OK,

But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,

'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

Detesto estar solo; pero detesto más aun querer estar con otras personas.

Welcome to my blog. Amuse yourself with the witnesses of how much of a fucking bitch I am. Enjoy the view.

Not in this moment. Not in this life.

Queen Of My Burning Heart

Dressed in black I stand before Her

The smell of blood like a languid sea

The sickly sweet stench of death

I taint the air with laboured breath

A thousand names, a thousand songs,

In the dead of night we share her tunes

Love and death, blood and fire

The pleasure of this dark desire

Can't you feel her darkness creeping?

Can't you hear her voices calling?

Must you dream of a world without her?

Won't you bask in her flames?

The twilight times,

The witching hour,

Praise her might,

It is time

A million years

I will serve

My queen forever

A million years

I will serve

My queen forever

I can't hear your words of warning

The beating of my heart drowns all sound

I cannot see your guiding light

The burning of my soul outshines all stars

A thousand names, a thousand songs,

In the dead of night we share her tunes

Love and death, blood and fire

The pleasure of this dark desire

The twilight times,

The witching hour,

Praise her might,

It is time

A million years

I will serve

My queen forever

A million years

I will serve

My queen forever

Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world, mad world

I Won't Back Down

No me rendiré.

Pues no voy a rendirme 
No, no me rendiré
Puedes ponerme frente a las puertas del infierno,
Pero no me rendiré

Voy a plantarme en mi sitio
No me harán dar la vuelta
Y me evitaré que este mundo me arrastre 
Me quedare en mi sitio
Y no me voy a rendir

Hey nena, no hay una salida fácil
Hey, yo me quedaré en mi sitio
Y no me voy a rendir

Pues sé lo que es correcto
Solo tengo una vida
En un mundo que sigue presionándome
Pero me quedaré en mi sitio
Y no me rendiré

Hey nena, no hay una salida fácil
Hey, yo me quedaré en mi sitio
Y no me voy a rendir
No, no me voy a rendir.

Failure.

I, I've been lonely
And I, I've been blind
And I,. I've learned nothing
So my hands are firmly tied
To the sinking leadweight
of failure

I've worked hard all my life
Money slips through my hands
My face in the mirror tells me
It's no surprise that I'm
Pushing the stone up the hill
of failure

They tempt me with violence
They punish me with ideals
And they crush me with an image of my
life that's nothing but unreal
Except on the goddamned slaveship
of failure

I'll drown here trying
to get up for some air
But each time I think I breathe
I'm laid on with a double share
of the punishing burden
of failure

I don't deserve to be down here
But I'll never leave
And I've learned one thing
You can't escape the beast
In the null and void pit
of failure

When I get my hands on some money
I'll kiss it's green skin
And I'll ask it's dirty face
"Where the hell have you been?"
"I am the fuel that fires the engine
of failure."

I'll be old and broken down
I'll forget who and where I am
I'll be senile or forgotten
But I'll remember and understand
You can bank your hard-earned money
on failure

I saw my father crying
I saw my mother break her hand
On a wall that wouldn't weep
But that certainly held in
The mechanical moans of a dying man
Who was a failure

My back hurts me when I bend
Because I carry a load
My brain hurts me like a knife-hole
Because I've yet to be shown
How to pull myself out from
The sucking quicksand
of failure

Some people lie in hell
Many bastards succeed
But I. I've learned nothing
I can't even elegantly bleed
Out the poison blood
of failure

Tic

Parte de mi ha muerto con el pasar de los años. Absurdo. Fastidioso. Tedioso. Terrible... Todo es terrible ahora.

Reír Llorando

Viendo a Garrick -actor de la Inglaterra-
el pueblo al aplaudirlo le decía:
“Eres el más gracioso de la tierra,
y más feliz…” y el cómico reía.

Víctimas del spleen, los altos lores
en sus noches más negras y pesadas,
iban a ver al rey de los actores,
y cambiaban su spleen en carcajadas.

Una vez, ante un médico famoso,
llegóse un hombre de mirar sombrío:
sufro -le dijo-, un mal tan espantoso
como esta palidez del rostro mío.

Nada me causa encanto ni atractivo;
no me importan mi nombre ni mi suerte;
en un eterno spleen muriendo vivo,
y es mi única pasión la de la muerte.

-Viajad y os distraeréis. -¡Tanto he viajado!
-Las lecturas buscad. -¡Tanto he leído!
-Que os ame una mujer. -¡Si soy amado!
-Un título adquirid. -¡Noble he nacido!

-¿Pobre seréis quizá? -Tengo riquezas.
-¿De lisonjas gustáis? -¡Tantas escucho!
-¿Qué tenéis de familia? -Mis tristezas.
-¿Vais a los cementerios? -Mucho… mucho.

-De vuestra vida actual ¿tenéis testigos?
-Sí, mas no dejo que me impongan yugos:
yo les llamo a los muertos mis amigos;
y les llamo a los vivos, mis verdugos.

Me deja -agrega el médico- perplejo
vuestro mal, y no debe acobardaros;
tomad hoy por receta este consejo
“Sólo viendo a Garrick podréis curaros”.
-¿A Garrik? -Sí, a Garrick… La más remisa
y austera sociedad le busca ansiosa;
todo aquel que lo ve muere de risa;
¡Tiene una gracia artística asombrosa!
-¿Y a mí me hará reír? -¡Ah! sí, os lo juro;
Él sí; nada más él; más… ¿qué os inquieta?
-Así -dijo el enfermo-, no me curo:
¡Yo soy Garrick!… Cambiadme la receta.

¡Cuántos hay que, cansados de la vida,
enfermos de pesar, muertos de tedio,
hacen reír como el actor suicida,
sin encontrar para su mal remedio!

¡Ay! ¡Cuántas veces al reír se llora!
¡Nadie en lo alegre de la risa fíe,
porque en los seres que el dolor devora
el alma llora cuando el rostro ríe!

Si se muere la fe, si huye la calma,
si sólo abrojos nuestra planta pisa,
lanza a la faz la tempestad del alma
un relámpago triste: la sonrisa.

El carnaval del mundo engaña tanto,
que las vidas son breves mascaradas;
aquí aprendemos a reír con llanto,
y también a llorar con carcajadas.

-Juan de Dios Peza