The Ice Queen is coming....closer....

When leaves have fallen
And skies turned to grey.
The night keeps on closing in on the day
A nightingale sings his song of farewell
You better hide from her freezing hell

On cold wings she's coming
You better keep moving
For warmth, you'll be longing
Come on just feel it
Don't you see it?
You better believe.

When she embraces
And your heart turns to stone
She comes at night when you're all alone
And when she whispers
Your blood shall run cold
You better hide before she finds you

Whenever she is raging
She takes all life away
Haven't you seen?
Haven't you seen?
The ruins of our world.

Whenever she is raging
She takes all life away
Haven't you seen?
Haven't you seen?
The ruins of our whole world?

She covers the earth with a breathtaking cold
The sun awakes and melts it away
The world now opens its eyes and sees
The dawning of a new day

On cold wings she's coming
You better keep moving
For warmth, you'll be longing
Come on just feel it
Don't you see it?
You better believe.

Whenever she is raging
She takes life away
Haven't you seen?
Haven't you seen?
The ruins of our world

Whenever she is raging
She takes life away
Haven't you seen?
Haven't you seen?
The ruins of whole world

La Noche se cierne.....

Se cierne.....y llega junto con la fina bruma de un otoño tardío...pero no por eso menos otoño. Ni menos tardío.

Y sopla el viento....casi como si llorase por el tiempo que se ha ido y que hemos dejado morir lentamente y en el que nosotros tambien volcamos nuestra vida..

Llorando...

Once again....weird poem.

Impossible love. Ideal love. Fatal love, then, because it doesn't let me follow my life path.
How can I take you off from my mind?
How can I separate you from my soul?
How can I make my fool senses stop singing every time they catch you...from far...with fear...the hands shaking...the heart....vibrating....afraid the eyes and absent the reason...
Let me live.. I beg you again.
Your beauty consumes me....go away.
Your presence though I claim it, is not for me.
What should I do, if I love you, but I cannot be with you?
I want you now, I want you here.
Or I love you always...far away of me.
I know I cannot. Your image is attached to my soul.
Because that is the worst...it is not lust.
Only, the purest and platonic love.

Come to me....(appropiate in these days)

Come to me...sweet and eternal dream of death...
Make this cold night be the last one.
My eyes shall not see the languid morning sun anymore.
My skin shall not feel the sweet winds from the west.
My lips shall not taste the water of hope and life.
Oh Sweet dream of death.
Take me with you.
Take me away from this material realm.
Take with you the suffering and the weeping.
The pain and the moan.
Let me dissappear and I shall not see the light from this land, but the shine of the supreme light.

Tanuki

Cuanta cosa

Lista de las cosas más patéticas, según la gente fijada que no tiene nada que hacer mas que andar viendo que hace el pobre vecino sin saberlo:

1. Ir al cine solo.
2. Comer un barquillo, nieve, paleta, sorbete o como quiera que sea el nombre, en la calle, solo.
3. Comer en un restaurante o local, solo.
4. Hablar solo.
5. Reir solo.
6. Gritar solo.
7. Llorar solo.
8. Estar solo.
   

Ya todo lo hice. *_*

Inauguración

Declaro formalmente inaugurado este blog. Lo que el mundo necesitaba. Otro loco gritando a donde nadie oye.

QUe lo disfruten.