The Harsh Reality Of My Country

Darkness sizes over my country,

No more peace, just more bloodshed,

In every corner death looms,

In every inch peril awaits,

My vision blurs with such violence,

I can’t longer see.

My people mourn and weep,

Begging for someone to help;

Just to hear false promises soothe their pain.

Hope keeps them going,

“We will change, you’ll see…” “Someone will help, I know…”
“Everything is going to be alright, it just a small period of time…”

They say all that, though what they don’t want is to see reality as it is.

Let’s act, let’s convey harmony among us

We shall kneel before god,

Since he is the one and only who can enlighten us the way

To find Peace and freedom in this outrageous blizzard of brutality once again.

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Half Human, Half Universe...

There is a universe within her, That no one ever dares to probe; With such deep misty corners, That consume you with her wanderlust. The shooting stars prowling inside her, Reflect her infinite hopes; That with her bold ambition, Persues without fall. She is mad and she is fire. Her soul burns with deep desires. She wants everything and settles for nothing; With her intense passion for exotic places and minds. A glitch within human specie she is; She scares people because she is whole all by herself, And with her blissful insanity, She has the power to conquer the world.

Querer, pero no poder.

No siempre “Querer es poder”, No siempre se hace lo que se quiere hacer. No siempre se tiene lo que se quiere tener. No siempre se siente lo que se quiere sentir. En ese maldito dilema, Querer quedarme. queriendo irme Sintiéndome culpable, Sintiéndome como un pendejo, Por aun sentir lo que siento. Quiero no sentir eso, pero no puedo. Quiero sentir eso, volver a eso, pero no puedo. Me lo prohíben. Me lo prohíbo. Estoy perdido. No se que putas hacer.

Maldito Tiempo

Paró todo. Menos el maldito tiempo. Sin esperar nada, sin esperar a nadie, el siguió corriendo. Mientras todo se detuvo despiadadamente el continuó y continuó. Tomó la delantera, nosotros impotentes, varados. Y ganó, una vez más la victoria se llevó. Maldito tiempo, Devolveme lo que me correspondía. Devolveme las horas, los días, las memorias que eran mías. Ganaste haciendo trampa Maldito tiempo.

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