A little girl running in a wood

Of burning breeze and willow greens

In her hands she holds a basket filled up with loaded guns

A few drawings of her own

And a warning note signed like ‘mom’

Nor the butterflies distracted her

Out of her disposed mind

She will take this faithful basket

She would make her mommy proud

Now the wood  starts to draw

Giant eyes in all the leaves

And the bugs and other creatures

They all know who that girl is

“Little girl, where are you going with such a curious look?”

“Little girl better be careful don´t let yourself become a scum”

And the world starts to toss

And the ground shaking below

A circle drawn appears in it

Big and deep

Softly sings

“Jump in me”

Down she goes

Down the earth

The lights turns on and she finally see

A room of mirrors for walls

Her reflections shines

Is not herself what she sees

It’s a big weirdo guy

Dressed in black

Such a disguise

Two darks spots as his eyes

A cracky line as his smile

In his hand

She can see

A warning note signed like mom

Myself, the darkness

It was a pleasure to burn

Let myself become ashes in the fury of your tongue

In the coldness of your eyes i see the mirrors of your soul

And it´s grey
And you’re dead
It looks like you’re tired but you won´t give up
No when you can see inside my soul

Try to see the world through my eyes
I´ll show you a few colours
But please don´t take mine

I can take you to some places
Your place of grey skies and empty sorrow
I let you hold my hands and run across a field of death

Cry your pain and make it rain colours
Excruciate those tall walls who won't let you grow old

There you are
Feel it all

Let it go
Become a child and try again
The world is yours

I´ll hold you in your sleep
As long as you accept myself the darkness
As your dearest friend

A veces camino por un sendero teñido de quienes se rompieron a la más leve brisa de viento.

A prueba y error trato de componer los huesos,

Hilvanando cada historia.

Las adhiero a mi piel.

Las hojas secas se tatúan en mi piel.

Y dejo que la transparencia me invada.

Tan sencillo resulta camuflarse con la sangre de los caídos.

Dejo que mis dedos tracen un recorrido de arco iris en mis mejillas.

Esconden mi piel de porcelana y el viento sopla, intenta y no puede romperme.

No hay nada en mí para romper.

Porque yo soy la nada disimulando ser.

Teñida de colores a mitad de camino soy el sendero de las personas rotas.