Vacilando, Vacilando ~
Vacilando va el errante oportuno,
tarareando un coro jamás aprendido,
esbozando un garabato, sugiriendo un camino,
vacilando.
Vacilando y silbando se va en el olvido,
un futuro menguante, un amigo perdido.
Vacilando y errando se conjura el destino,
se desherba el presente, se desangra uno mismo.
Vacilando, vacilando, se encamina el camino,
hacia tierras marchantes, horizontes perdidos.
Vacilando y errando, dibujando el aullido,
se despiertan mitotes, se alebrestan sentidos,
Vacilando y cantando, desandando el camino,
vacilando a la muerte se vacila uno mismo.
Wandering, wondering ~
Wandering goes the timely errant,
humming a song he never learned,
drafting a scribble, suggesting a trail,
wondering.
Maundering and whistling we walk in oblivion,
a waning future, a gone friend.
Wavering and erring we conjure up destiny,
we tear up the present, we bleed away.
Wandering, wondering, guiding our way,
towards moving lands, horizons astray.
Hesitating and blundering, sketching a howl,
we wake up the rituals, we rear up our soul,
rambling and singing, retracing our steps,
while fiddling with death, we fool with ourselves.
Wandering, Wondering.mp3
Confecciones ~
Si yo tuviera algo que decirte
y bastase una palabra
para sanar lo que nunca quisiste
que pronunciara en voz alta.
Si fueran sólo a mi medida
confeccionadas tus miradas
y a mi figura respondiese
la constelación de tu espalda.
Si la virtud me sobrara
y la distancia menguara,
los vicios que me abrazan
y lo estrecho de tu falda,
prolongarían la dicha y
yo envainaría la espada
para darte paso muchacha
a la antesala de mi alma
y con aromas candentes
sustentaría tu estancia.
Si yo tuviera algo que decirte
y bastase una palabra
seguramente lo haría, sí,
lo callaría muchacha.
Confecciones.mp3
Mudo Rugir ~
Desnuda de blanca espuma,
En invierno cuando ocurren
Esos días mozos de cálido frío,
La ciudad avanza carcomiendo el tiempo,
Macerando el aire, sugiriendo hastío.
El ladrillo aspira una brisa seca y
La abatida nieve como luz se escurre
Por la piedra burda y las fauces dulces
De un león con sueño, un león sin sangre
Colmando espacio y suspirando hambre.
La melena yerta, la inacción rampante,
Sanguinario el cazador se aburre
Saboreando un momento eterno,
monumento a un rey andante,
Esculpida presa adorna, soberana con su arte.
All Ever ~
Whatever it takes
is never enough
whatever it takes
is past and beyond
whatever it took
without a remorse
whatever you thought took
belongs you no more.
Whatever it takes
takes all without pain
whatever it leaves
is lost in the rain
whatever you feel
you have to explain
whatever you say
will never be heard.
Whatever it takes
is fruitless attempt
whatever its faith
it leaves you no gain
whatever you do
is always in vain
whatever you don’t
will never again.
Whatever it takes
took all from my hands
whatever it seeds
is lost in a glance
whatever the grain
whatever the chance
whatever it takes
will never go back.
All Ever.mp3
Eclipse ~
If I was to die in shadows
Let it not be here now, but
Let me hear gently how the waves fade,
And rise in salty foam on to the eclipsed face.
If I was to slow the pace
Let it not be here now, let it not be today, but
Let me be the dark sur-face.
If I was to die in shadows,
If I was to cast away.
Sins of Snails ~
Steady but slowly
a long way to go
Behind is a luzury
ahead is foregone
Ready not ready
don’t speak no more
Slowly but steady
searching a home
Blinking ‘n’ striving
hugging the road
A present is earned
the Present is lost
Clinching ‘n’ blinding
no word of hope
The goal is at hand
a hand is withdrawn
Measuring myseries
spirals of love
Hurting ‘n’bending
the back of the soul
Mystery measures
a long way to go
Slowly but steady
hauling a home.
Sins of Snails.mp3