Sunny day, bright sky
Cloudy eyes before
Shining glance by now
I've found out the secret of joy
Looking inside myself
Opening the forbidden door of my mind
You don't find anything out of you
Destroy the wall that keeps you back
Cure the agony virus, insanity
And then we both will smile and laugh
We'll smile and laugh
So here's the key, don't reject it
Break the lock, you can take it
Love is made of sacrifices
Joy is made of unlocked locks
Take my hand, I may help you
I'll open the door if you break the lock
Break the lock
And we'll smile and laugh

Me he mudado a http://ratpie.blogspot.com. Si algún fantasma reclama mi presencia, allí estaré, entre ratas azules. 


I've moved to http://ratpie.blogspot.com. If any ghost requests my presence, I'll be there... among blue rats. 


Matta Ne!

Abracé tu recuerdo. Un recuerdo imaginario que me suspendía en el aire, ajena a todo lo demás. El recuerdo y yo éramos uno en la inmensidad de las emociones. Tú y yo. Una sombra. Una sonrisa invisible que me llena de gozo. Aspiro tu olor, aunque jamás lo he inhalado. Rememoro tu tacto, aunque jamás te he tocado. Te miro a los ojos, a los ojos de un fantasma, los ojos de un loco. Y entonces el espejo me devuelve mi reflejo. ¿Somos uno? Quizá no existes. Quizá no exista. Todo esto no es más que una ilusión. 

Te acaricio. Te beso. Te devoro y te bebo. Todo tu ser penetra dentro de mí, y tal y como entra vuelve a marcharse. Estás en el aire. Inspiro y expiro. Estás en el agua, en el fuego que me quema por dentro. Estás y no estás. Nunca has estado y siempre estarás.

 

I wish I were a pretty ballerina
I wish he could hold my hand
In the cold night we'd stand
We'd go dancing
We'd wear no shoes
We'd hear the bells
And thousands of winged horses
Galloping upon our heads

The bubble's broken
The room's getting smaller
Everything's changed now
How could I let it happen?
Knock at the door
You'll find a body lying in the ground
It still can be raised
Two naked souls dancing in the snow

Step by step
You'll forget my name
You'll forget my face
You'll forget you promised a life
A life full of perfumed candles
A life full of piano songs
One day you'll wonder who I am
And also who's looking at the mirror

There are no angels around us anymore
We were at the top of the ladder
Today we are at the bottom
No lights, no sweet smiles
Where have you gone?
Where have I?
Is there a return?
Can we go back to the start?

I'll send you a letter - just in case
You'll read it sat in the breeze
A soft wind playing with your hair
The distant murmur of the river
Coming to you through an echo
It'll say: it's me, it's you, it's us
And you may know what's all about
"Tomorrow?"

The snow's waiting for us
The candles, the piano
The horses of heaven
The biggest bonfire
Home of homeless shoes

I wish I were insane
I wish he could hold my head
In the cold room we'd stand
We'd go crawling
We'd wear no clothes
We'd hear the voices
And thousands of winged horses
Galloping upon our heads

You want to know everything about them. You want to see where they sleep, where they eat and even where they shower. You want to know everything about their life, in fact, you want to live their life. See what they see, feel what they feel, think of the same things. You're not you anymore, you've become a visitor in a little room of their mind. Trapped. Caged. Chained. But it's you the one who's locked yourself in, and you know it. Who cares, though? The only wish you have is to know more about them. You're looking forward to hear new words coming from their mouth. You want to be them. It doesn't matter who they are, 'cause they're absolutely idealized in your mind. You could paint them, you could take photographs, you could record their voices, record them while they're sleeping, while they're lying in the sun, while they're having breakfast. You would collect all their pictures and make a museum. "Welcome to the wonderful life of Mr. and Mrs. Whoever". But the fact is, we're all humans after all. I'm obsessed with you, you're obsessed with me, he's obsessed with him, she's obsessed with them, they're obsessed with her. And we envy, and we kill; and we love, and we lose control. I want your life and you want mine. It's a fact. One picture is enough to build this thing up in your mind. You could be a superhero in anyone's heart. It doesn't matter who you are, they make you be whatever they want...

The moon is crying tonight
It hides behind black clouds
And sheds sweet tears
That fall over us
The beasts fight around me
Howling and snorting with rage
Red eyes in flames
Their fauces tear everything
Branches and stones
Flesh and soul
There's nothing left
This land is dangerous
Our mood contagious
The chains that fastened the beasts
Are broken now
And you can smell the strength
You can feel it in your vains
I'm the lady alongside the lake
The one who whispers her laments
And swims in the cold water
Sinking her fear momentarily
And filling her loneliness with hydrogen
Due to the lack of oxygen
The shed blood flows among the rocks
Making a bloody waterfall
Children have a bath below
Singing a prayer to their God
They cannot cry or hate anymore
The beasts stole all the wrath of the world
As I collected the sadness of them all
Last night I dreamt of a thief
The whole rainbow painted in his horse
He stared at me, didn't say a word
And suddenly moved his hand ahead of my face
The tears wore off, and so did the grief
Then I was dressed in a rainbow, just like the horse
The thief stole my sadness
The entire world's sadness
He left, carrying an ocean of tears in his pocket
I wish I hadn't had such dream
Today I haven't swum, nor will
All I can do is wait
Wait and look at the horizon's line
Until I see the thief appear
He'll come close, riding his colourful horse
With a quick movement, everything'll be over
No more tears
No more lakes
No more bloody waterfalls
No more prayers vanishing in the air
Before reaching their unattainable gods
No more creatures spitting fire
No more clouds in the darkest nights
No more moonlight tears
No moon at all
Everything's replaced with peace
A calm peace
No more suffering
No more war
The storm is over
There's nothing more

Please, lend me your bike if you would like
I like the way its bell rings, 'cause it means you're nearby
I don't want everything, just you completely alive
Wrap yourself in your red and black cloak
It'll still look good for a few months more
I know an old mouse that someone called Gerald
He and his baptist are indeed getting old
But they're both great creatures after all
I'd have some gingerbread men with them any time
If only I could call them and talk for a while
We'd sit in the room of the clockwork tunes
And make them all work in the other room
There's still time to make them work
There's still time to summon back the bell
And ride our bicycles in the clouds all blue
Towards the big blue moon
It's awfully considerate of me
But I'm thinking of you here
Though I know you won't be here anymore
So I'm wondering why am I writing this
Or if it's really me who's writing right now
And I don't care if the sun melts
And I don't care if I shed tears
And I don't care if I dry the seas
But no fair, you're the one who cannot hear me
But I can hear you, or maybe I could
I hear the ghost of what once was
You were the kind of guy that fitted in with my world
Keep on jumping, keep on talking 'bout the Gnome
Keep on walking by the scarecrow
Remember always when you shone like the sun
Never forget you propitiate the song
You'll shine for us forever, crazy diamond

I'm in this bloody cell, and there's no way out
This spiral has no end, that's all I know for now
They don't let me write on the glass
They don't let me lie in the grass
Four eyes watching me
Six arms hold me back
The ghost shakes his head fast
The doctors say I'm not ready to split up
Needles, screws, hammers and nuts
Internal wounds, external scars
This corridor has an end, but you can't get out
The needles puncture deep
The hammers crush you down
The nuts rotate behind you
And the final door with its screws
Won't let you move along
But the screwdriver takes the screws off
And makes them face nuts
While the hammers smash the needles
And I pick the knob of the door
I know I can open it, freedom's just around
But I don't know if I'm able to leave the ghost behind
I must be quick, the nuts are near
If I'm strong enough, I'll defeat my fear
Goodbye white doctors, goodbye black ghosts
Goodbye screwdriver, I won't need you anymore

Been trying to hide
'Cause I know something's wrong
Been trying to forget
'Cause otherwise, my fear won't go
I don't want that song to remind me of summer
I don't want to hear it and remember a day
A day when everything was sadder
Mother, listen to me
I can't let it be
It just has to leave me alone
Don't ask me what for
Take the chains, chain it hard
Its slavery will free me at last
Why can't we make a fresh start?
Closing doors behind us
There must be peace somewhere
Before we sit by the elms
It all can't be that bad
The stars wouldn't shine if our life were like that
"Hello sir, I'm looking for a friend"
"It's five dollars, take this flower and go away"
But the flower asks to be sowed
And a wandering being can't take root
It's hard to find a place you can call your own
And it's even harder to stay for long
Look up to the sky and watch the stars
Don't ever trust anyone who promises you one
They're free and we're not
From them we could learn a lot
Don't hide, don't forget
Remember that song from the beginning to the end
Chains are useless, the doors are melting
Stay with your flower while the elms are waiting
It's just five dollars, the effort is worth it
Take root in the right place and enjoy the ephemeral moment

My wild bird has flown away
It just left once again
Flapping silently into the dark sky
I promised mom I would free it
As soon as it were ready
But then I found out
I had become fond of it dangerously
Mom put a bandage on my eyes
So I couldn't see it anymore
Ah, mom's useless tricks...!
My eyes did not see
But my ears heard it cheep
And its singing wrapped me more and more
Until the day the bandage fell off
Mom punished me hitting me so hard...
The tears blinded me
And I used them to feed my uncertainty
Mom kept on hitting me
Everytime I got close to the bird
Now it's gone, I see one thing
Actually, she also loved the bird