... Can you keep a secret?

At night's darkest time
Silent and barefoot I run ... I run
While in dreams, everybody lie
To be witness, to be witness

My shadow makes no comments
As I climb the mountains ... of life
Or as I go down into the valley's depths
To be witness, to be witness

And there in the great blackness
A rose starts to grow, giving life
For a child to be witness
Or leaving a man to die

So I've been witness, so I've been witness

So, can you keep a secret?

The autumn comes back to my internal world
I'm defeated by the life
Each dawn awakes with the same tortuous feeling
The same bitter swallow

I want to live no more
With grief in my veins, without hope

I don't know if you can understand me
If you can help me
Regrettably your ambitious advice doesn't help me
Because it's in my blood

The fields of my rest
My grievous redemption
On thorns I will lay numb
I draw a relieving smile while I bleed

Love wasn't enough
It's been tainted by pain
Colours have turned into grey
My farewell tastes like resurrection

My days are cloudy, by this almighty depression
Like a latent eclipse
Condemned in my own essence, immune to the happiness
I'm blessed by death

I'm weak...
Exhausted by this feeling
It is all over
And nothing makes me change my mind

Who are you?
My god?
Why me...?
Why do you take my essence, away?

I deny your name; your death is my rest
And your presence makes me hate all
Annulling my bliss, breaking my unique peace
You killed my love

The life is so fragile and our time here is so short
Accustomed to this reality, we'll never touch the truth
The vastness blinds us and our minds cry
Cry under the insecurity of the unknown... unknown

And what then comes? , nothingness, nobody knows
Days, years pass and nothing really changes.
We are waiting for a sign, but it never comes
Our ignorance persists until the last moment on this world... this world.

..... We're in grief and uncertainty...

Trying to define my true existence,
My real life, but there's no light.

Time doesn't stop, one by one we begin to fall
Fears, cries for our lives that leave us without advice.
And we think that, our existence is so wretched
Day by day we walk to the end and we live only for dying ... for dying

I send my cry too far
(but nobody hears it).
Make me a mask of lies,
While I'm searching inside.

What lies within?
Turn to empty words.

How can I define?
May I try to define?

Life ... Mind ... and Soul

Life, Mind, Soul,
It's all so confusing...
A pale cold rhetoric...
Just like an illusion...
Of what I would like to be.

My precious flame seems like
Any futile light.
The fellow man I deny
A mirror of the shame I hide

I hide...
Try to conceal
But my flesh will always be weak
Dive deep into me
Air lacks, will never reach.

As I'm trying to approach
Through this landscape of the unknown
Whispers of the wise, in the air
Love, sex, nature's traps for the mortal men

Female poison I will drink,
And I'll die in your arms by ecstasy
Female poison close my eyes
Rip my veins with your condemned cries

Try to understand with my logic
What no logic can understand
My naked soul, day by day weakens
For your honey tasting blood

I can't pretend
It was not a surprise
It will never end
My frustration to own
What I will never have...
Have no excuse
Just cannot lie
This sweetness will never be mine

Walk alone for years
Through timeless sands
The sun is my burden
And the shame marks my path

Life lies beneath
Under timeless sands
Barefoot on warm blood
Sorrows start to grow...
Sorrows start to grow!

Was my rest a sin?
The weight of timeless sands I'd never felt
Now is too late for me!
Timeless sands ... bury me deeply...

Follow my journey for a lifetime
See my limbs, now they're weak
A numb soul and a blind heart
A life covered by sand.

..... Timeless sands ...

Timeless sands!

Ajeno a tu entorno emerges bajo sombr­ía evocación,
Como ente flotante entre los inertes espectros,
Abrí­a su mano con ansias de palpar sus cabellos
En la luz de lo real la pureza del deseo

En este universo naces
Cálida estrella invernal
Mágica fragilidad del ser
...Ensoñación fantasmal.

Su esencia no alimenta tu atención, pequeña estrella
El jard­ín de tu presencia se marchita en el vac­ío del sentir

Isolating myself, from a thousand lies
From all those empty plights, avoid all that hurts

No contact with external, entombed in my mind
Coldness surrounds me, like a womb of thorns

Like a shivering stone
Covered by a shivering hand

A pale, static face, behind a misty glass
Denying the ritual, erasing all codes

Cast away from this, a world which I will leave
Just longing for the call of my bitter god

Silently, Tacitly, in an endless row
Ageless images, call you by an unknown name

Endlessly in the hollow age, always to lie outside
So it was written, so I will suffer

I'm in the abyss edge, betrayed and disappointed
There's no reason for tying me to the organic

I want to change ... from the matter to the energy
A pure gloom's feeling, pushes me to the darkness

Agnostic winds whisper in my ears, erasing my blame.
Human; avoid me the suffering, animal; rip my flesh

I look to the past and I didn't leave traces in the way
My shadow leaves me and the sun denies me its light

I'm just a dry leaf ready to fall, and the winds of July drive me
..... to my destiny

Tears are the clouds, which hide the stars
Begins the red rain, but I don't have fear

Dear death ... hug me with your legs
Give me peace, your blackness is my rest!

Mi Venus de marfil te agrietas
Por las crueles cinceladas de la vida.
El fuego de la pasión ha muerto,
Y sus cenizas se enredaron en tu pelo.

"Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza;
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo"

Poema 15
Pablo Neruda
(Chile, 1904-1973)

"Yo me voy. Estoy triste; pero siempre estoy triste.
Vengo desde tus brazos, no sé hacia donde voy"

Farewell
Pablo Neruda
(Chile, 1904-1973)

Desde el umbral a la luz miro el trágico jardí­n de nuestra existencia,
Y te observo mi árbol ajado, sufrir los azotes del constante otoño
En cada hoja se va un recuerdo; la desmemoria cabalga sobre el viento,
En cada fruto un dolor, que se alejã flotando en agua de lluvia.

"Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza;
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo"

Poema 15
Pablo Neruda
(Chile, 1904-1973)

"Yo me voy. Estoy triste; pero siempre estoy triste.
Vengo desde tus brazos, no sé hacia donde voy"

Farewell
Pablo Neruda
(Chile, 1904-1973)