t e n er t e c er c a ·

y volver a reír. 

Y cada día un instante volver a pensar en ti. 

siempre me quedará  la voz suabe del maR ·

Y si en lugar de ver lo malo.. vemos lo bueno?
Si trataras de arreglar tu alrededor.. tal vez lo logres. Tal vez no.

¿Quién sabe que pasará luego ?

echaR raíces ○

Llegar a Casa.

 Sembrar semillas.  Esperar.
Nunca dejan de crecer, aunque no lo veamos.
Toman de la tierra y de la vida lo que necesiten. Se nutren.
Eligen su camino. Algunas crecen para abajo. Y luego suben.
Otras se quedan enterradas, y solo muestran pequeños tallos, ínfimas hojas verdes que llaman la atención.
Siempre es bueno tener tiempo para detenerse a ver.  Y así descubrir pequeños detalles que la tierra esconde con el fin de proteger.  Sólo espera que llegue el momento indicado para descubrirse y comenzar a vivir. Desenterrarse. Liberarse.
Si se pasa demasiado tiempo en la oscuridad, hundido bajo tierra, los gusanos invaden y carcomen desde adentro. A veces  pasa esperando a que algo nos recoja. A veces eso no sucede.
La naturaleza es sabia. Y de ella se debe aprender.
Podemos crear nuestras propias semillas, y sembrarlas a tiempo.
Para el momento en el que nos comenzamos a podrir, liberarlas.
Y así poder permanecer.

Esta tarde la sombra esta que arde ·

Y, en lugar de sonrisa Una especie de mueca.
¿cómo no imaginarte, Cómo no recordarte hace apenas dos años?
Cuando eras la princesa de la boca de fresa.

Pero, al fin, mi delirio incontinente

se ha visto, a fuego fatuo, cocinado...

- Maldito sea el gurú que levantó entre tú Y yo un silencio oscuro.


PASTILLAS PARA NO SOÑAR- 

c o n s t e l l a t i o n s ·

The light was leaving
In the west it was blue
The children's laughter sang
And skipping just like the stones they threw
The voices echoed across the way
Its getting late

It was just another night
With the sun set
And the moon rise not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to papas translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations

The west winds often last too long
The wind may calm down
Nothing ever feels the same
Sheltered under the Kamani tree
Waiting for the passing rain
Clouds keep moving to uncover the scene
Stars above are chasing the day away
To find the stories that we sometimes need
Listen close enough
All else fades
Fades away

It was just another night
With the sun set
And the moon rise not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to all the translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations

No other way ~

When your mind is a mess, So is mine.
I cant sleep cause it hurts when I think.
My thoughts aren't at peace with the plans that we make, Chances we take.

They're, not yours and not mine.
There's waves that can break All the words that we say, And the words that we mean.
Words can fall short.
Can't see the unseen Cause the world is awake.
For somebody's sake now, please close your eyes woman.
Please get some sleep.
And know that if I knew All of the answers I would, Not hold them from you'd Know all the things that i'd know.
We told each other, there is no other way.
Well too much silence can be misleading.

We told each other, there is no other way.

You're drifting I can hear it in the way that your breathing.We don't really need to find reason, Cause out the same door that it came well its leaving its leaving, Leaving like a day that's done and part of a season.
Resolve is just a concept that's as dead as the leaves.But at least we can sleep, its all that we need. When we wake we will find. Our minds will be free to go to sleep.
And know that if I knew All of the answers I would.
Not hold them from you'd Know all the things that i'd know.

· litlle bitty pretty one ·

Oh little bitty pretty one, come on and talk to me. Let me grab you loving one, come sit down on my knee.
It's time to roll, it's time to flow.
I can tell you a story. ( it happened long time ago )
Little bitty pretty one, been watching you grow.
Tell you a story, it goes a little something like this.
Little bitty pretty one, come on and talk to me.
Let me grab you loving one, come sit down on my knee.
Come on everybody, let's put our hands together and sing along,
Come on, come on. I said come on.
Oh, little bitty pretty one
here we go.

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