Alienado

Esto es una construcción más parcial que total de eventos que muy probablemente nunca ocurrieron, basada un poco más en deseos que en recuerdos, con un juicio turbio tras un velo de alcohol y rock and roll, que difumina el mundo frente a mis ojos y embelesa el universo que yace detrás.

Ahí estás tú, y sólo ahí tengo el coraje para que sigas siendo tal. Aquí nada importa, en realidad, nada importa más que tú. Tú y aquellas copas que te construyeron.

Sólo busco esa señal de falsedad que me desmuestre que sigo por el buen camino, aquella que me permita olvidar y simplemente dejarme llevar...

Night Before Battle

You are a stronghold, carefully molded by the deft hands of father time himself, who raises defiant against the whimsical rage of destiny and men alike, surpassing the anger of the tides sent against you, and lighting the path through the shadows with a smile as your only shield.

Waiting for the right time and mind to keep the ink flowing through your skin, I start to notice the small cracks left in your dreams and memories by the scourges of time and all those trials some higher power saw fit to plant in your path.

They show your uncertainty, and the key to their understanding lies just a few inches away from my grasp. But I will not surrender, for you remain, tall and magnificent against the storms, while the wind blows and the waves come and go. Nevertheless your smile and the wall it hides stay eternal.

You are everything in my better dreams and my worst nightmare when the sun deserts me, for only dusk remains on those nights of eternal blindness, sometimes you aren't but the light that wakes me from the other side of the window, and others you are all that encourages me to dream.

These days I feel like I'm walking on air, through fading clouds and tatters of mist. Silent at first, your image doesn't do anything but grow inside me, with its roots deep within my chest, showing me the way, taking every day a little bit more of my breath.

Sometimes you are a dream, sometimes it's only a game, the thin line between them grows blur as the desperate words get stuck in my throat, for only they may release me and show the truth behind the mask, for only they can remain unsaid and choke me to death.