#79

It came to my mind:
people are lonely...
People are lonely.

I just came to realize
that people are lonely
inside their hearts. 

Who am I to judge
If I feel empty inside too?

It came to my mind that...

We all feel lonely inside,
but we pretend we are fine.
We keep saying we are okay
but I know that's a lie.

A lie to ourselves,
our deepest desire.
But our heart longs
to feel someone's fire.

Although it doesn't matter
wether we share bed
with our lover;
inside our heads
we are still lonely.

We should get together,
we should all group up.
Feel the warmth of each other,
the entire humanity in a hug.

Maybe then our hearts will unite,
rib cages beating at the same time.
Maybe only dancing to their rhythm,
as one,
we can transform that lie.

#78

He descubierto

que me gusta hablar del tiempo.

Lo que antes era una conversación banal

ahora es un pequeño y brillante momento.

El tiempo; se habla de él

porque no da pie a discusión,

directamente levantas la cabeza

y ves la verdad escrita en el cielo.

Sonríes, te asombras, te quejas, 

objetivamente avalada por la física del universo.

No hay puyas, política o aspavientos

cuando se habla del tiempo.

Además te hace cómplice,

momentáneamente, de un extraño.

Es algo que todos compartimos

y nadie ni nada puede cambiarlo.

Seas rico, pobre o desgraciado;

alto, bajo, inteligente o no,

el tiempo va a ser siempre

el recordatorio de lo que no podemos cambiar.

#77

I stare at the ocean,
sitting here on its shores.
Who gave me the world?

The sand, fine as blood,
buries my feet and my thoughts.
We are stardust after all.

I don't remember why
I decided to reemerge.
Perhaps to see the rising sun
one last time?

I ponder, I wonder,
digging my feet into my blood,
if the world that is given to me
is fair or is not.

Is ruling the world
the price of the sun?

#76

Los tambores me azotan el pecho.

Siempre uno detrás de otro; andar constante. 

A veces más rápido,

otras más lento,

pero siempre con la misma fuerza,

como si quisieran salir de ahí.

Pero los contengo, porque los necesito dentro.

No sé si se darán cuenta

de que intento cuidar de ellos.

Suenan rápidos, raudos,

todo el rato llaman a mi piel.

Las piernas me fallan,

no pueden sostener su peso.

Me llevo las manos al pecho

y lo intento arrullar a dormir,

pero los tambores lo mantienen muy despierto.

#75

<transcripted>

"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.