#75

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"Come on, now. I have lost someone.

Not so long time ago, I had a lover. She was...

Beautiful.

She was... The breeze and the sunshine in the middle of the woods.

Sh-She was... The smell of the forest after a rainstorm.

She was... Calm, soft, yet evil haha.

She was... The moonlight for the sheperds. The water of the lost.

She was everything I have loved in this world.

One day she... Became sick. She... I... She lost her <intelligible>... 

Her eyes were no longer full. They were empty. She was no longer the breeze, she didn't remember her name.

She didn't remember my name.

No one knew what happened to her. She was sick for almost a month. And then... She let herself go.

She didn't know who I was...

I pleaded her to stay with me, hoping that some day she would come back. But she was no longer there. She wasn't there.

So she left. And with her, a part of myself.

So, you see... We all lose our loved ones. And the worst part of it is that we are still alive.

Like, we would never die, because a part of us went with them."

#74

This world is dark
yet we still decide to hang from it,
like the apple on its tree
waiting to fall.

We don't know
why we are in pain, 
or who decided
a home won't be safe again.

And yet here we are, 
hearing the warriors chants.
Every day the purest hearts

shout for the weak minds. 

The world is ending, 
but we grew stronger. 
Together, forever
we sing the warriors chants. 

#73

When I close my eyes
I see the world as beautiful
as I saw it when I was innocent,

and I don't want to open them. 

Who should I ask for help?
Which god should I praise?

And here I am, 
with my heart in my hand, 
at the edge of this red cliff
witnessing the destruction of love. 

Who should I ask for help?
Which goddess should I praise?

We should be careful with those
who have lost it.
We should be careful with them.

They care about nothing
but their money and themselves.

Another brown forest, 
another soulless river.
They take everything
as if it always belonged to them.

#72

I am alone,
I feel like I'm never home.
I want to fly
up, up in the sky.

Sometimes I feel a knife
getting stuck on my chest.
If I pull it out
I see your blood everywhere.

Flick your fingers in my skin with it,
paint me a lover, so I'm not alone.
Paint me home.

My mind constantly wonders
playing around the shores.
Each ship, another thought
that sinks my body in blood.

If love is not real
we might have lost our magic.

If we exist,
why do we care?
We exist,
but who is taking care?

I can't do this alone,
not anymore.
That's why I need to fly,
so give me the knife.

#71

Ya te fuiste hace tiempo
y has decidido hacerlo otra vez.
Me pediste perdón por entonces,
¿lo harás ahora también?

Cuando te miro no sé lo que piensas
y cuando me miro no sé lo que veo.
Desearía que vieras tu mundo con mis ojos
o que cerraras los tuyos para reflexionar en el espejo.

Sin embargo te vas otra vez,
y yo te miro desde el fondo del acantilado
sabiendo que, para bien o para mal,
esta vez duele menos verte marchar.

Mi psicóloga me dijo que no todos somos iguales;
yo estoy en el fondo y tú en el borde.
Ni siquiera lees mis mensajes,
¿crees si quiera que tengo derecho a preguntarte?

Pero ¿qué le voy a hacer
si vuelvo a ser una extraña?
Nunca quisiste que fuéramos nada,
o quizá yo no me esforcé.

Desearía que no hubiera terminado,
aunque estoy convencida
de que ni siquiera te has percatado
de que ya no estoy a tu lado.

Mejor recojo y me marcho,
porque si de todo nuestro pasado
solo sale esta canción...
Seré yo la que no se ha esforzado.

#70

I miss things that never happened,
I miss things that I've never had
I feel the mist surrounding me,
when will time be turning back?

"I don't mind, I don't care"
I say to you with a smile,
but the world keeps turning
and I have never been myself.

Who am I to blame?
I'm falling again.

I am quiet,
but the silence is yearning for me.
When it finds me
promise you will leave too.

The mist is silent.
It embraces me, I should say goodbye.
Now I understand;
it is possible to miss things that you have never had.

#69

Your face is like a melody,

I know I am in trouble

everytime I hear it.

Because your presence feels like home, but it's not. 

It's alright,

I get high to part my mind, 

To clear myself

of all the rules I'm breaking

when I think of you. 

And it's alright

if we don't dance this ballad. 

You've got another path to follow, 

and so do I. 

But I breathe in silence

and think about how difficult will life be from now on, 

only because I have heard you. 

I'm blue, broken inside. 

I want to mend my heart, 

but I can't. 

Because every time I see your face

I hear myself at home,

but I'm not.