lunes, 16 de enero de 2012

Invisible para ellos

Me he vuelto gente

Monje

Love does conquer

Love does conquer
And this war is not over

I thought that just by summoning love
would have been enough
But there are words, spells
to call
Dances, rituals
to perform
Oh strange bird
from an inverse desert
take this gift
of whispers and caresses
But suffocated
by failed memories
obsolete comparisons
wounds from other wars
What is adventure?
without the possibility of failure?
Because of that
take my hand
to walk this busy road
but new to us
Despite that everything has to die
That is not excuse to not let born



Arena de Hojalata