Glad

He stayed away
didnt crossed my door
awaiting in doubt and fear
there I was alone

But, nothing happened
so Im glad
there is a division
a wall out there
glad he noticed and stayed away
and Im getting my life back

Hope this last
Im glad

DULL

Not glow, or shine

Overcast, boring

Im knitting the storm outside

and the laces with the snow make a composition

taking patterns, randomly, not having a clue.

But all this effort is taking US where, 

Where, the time and I, pretend theres a treasure hide in our labor

only for the colors, the hallucinating shapes, 

breed from the sadness

and tie around loops until all conscious no longer exists

All notion disappear in a twinkle, all but the thread and the stubborn stitches

they all know where are going

Inhumane composition, emotional flow drived away

Its about my dull heart, my dull soul

glowing on something else than me.

Good Bye Grandma

You and I,
we were two of a diferent kind,
but same specie,
people said we were alike
and I was meant to grow and be just like you

And that was a curse..

And for many years in my life
I put distance between me and those words
to denied the chance to resemble any of you
because I felt I was ashamed by your behavior
because You crossed that line so many times
and everytime your anger and sorrow blew up to shock
I was certain that she was not you,
she was the confusion, I knew you felt guilty for

You were for real, deep inside, other grandma..


but the words and curses people threw away
sometimes are true, become alive
when the instinct tells you so,
You know is happening
I been follow your steps..

here I am, grandma,
your resemblance, the tragedy
the ultimate final for people pretentions
with the guns and the bullets in a garbage can
just like you,
empty of rebellion
wasted and waiting,
just like you

Its the curse

Soon is over for you
now that you left
the curse has stoped playing with your feelings
so you are flying away to be happy

Im the one you forgot in here,
looking at your closed eyes
praying the lord for your soul
coming to understand your nigthmare
But your war was too much for one soldier

Pushed into your figth
Im taking your war with me
your figthing time wich is alive
alive inside my head
like a virus infecting my sanity
Never guessed to become so strong as you
I may not be even white enough
to fit the world you left behind
But I stil wonder if you liked me for real

You said this is not a happiness harvest valley
and I believe your words
we cant hope a big ending
is all for nothing
to reach that something

Now is time for me to say good bye
So I say good bye, good bye unforgetable grandma,
I apologize and I forgive you
No less really means more.

In the middle

Life is a matter of forces
forces acting on us to pull and push
forces pulling parts of one at opossite directions
and yet we find the way to hold together
struggling to hold together
one minute before breaking
then comes pain
and suffer
and we are not capable to see the enemy
only to feel their force

there are instants where
i feel millions of hands
angry and rageous
trying to destroy my unit

I must look confused
without having a clue of
what is must to be done

if I go this path
and ignore the others
I miss the things I left behind
If I let the path talk for itself,
it may convince me
this is convinient, but I doubt
I doubt so much.

You are in the middle of a crowd
where everybody stares at you
wants to take, waits the chance

It can happens that the crowd is not extrange for you
it has members and they are close enough
have names and faces
its been like sharing time for so long with them

they waits for a piece of you
or the whole you on a golden tray

The problem is still
you doubt is true what they are selling
you doubt their motivations are not stain
I should be listening to me..
but when I do
Im still in silence.