El jardin de la luz

[i want you to take me, i want you to make me, i want you to break me, then i want you to throw me away]

I plunge the knife deep into it

I cut open

I slice all the way down

And nothing comes out

Just water

[It's ok, everything'sgonnabeok]

Busco destellos de luz que me guien a puerto

Se mi faro, guiame, muestrame tu luz

(cantame al oido, toma mi mano, protégeme del frio)

no tengo más que arena en los bolsillos

navego a la deriva sobre una tabla

me vuelvo una gota en el inmenso océano azul

y mi rostro se refleja, cansado y aturdido

en la belleza del oceano te veo

(Tú hermosa, tú enorme, tú inexplicable, tú increible)

y te pido que seas mi hogar

y te pido que me tragues y seas mi hogar

salvame de este naufragio

engulle este frágil cuerpo de grumete

quitame la brujula

hundeme

salvame

extraeme

tragame

violentame con tu paz

ciegame con tu luz

se mi hogar

A tiny paperboat trying to cross the pacific ocean.

A tin soldier trying to fight for his life.

A paper airplane stalling helpless 30.000 miles from the ground.

A toy paratrooper whose parachute never opened.

A music box without a ballerina.

nothingnoonenobodynadanienteneinnonevernullnilnotnuncanyet no no no no no no no no no no no no no

ene o

We, who walk through the cold, and the gray, trying to find ourselves, and losing everything in the way

We, who try to get the right answers to the unbelievably impossible questions that life demands from us

and we find none

We, we don’t have weapons, we come in peace always in peace

(we come in pieces)

we know there are no answers to our questions, we know how pointless our questions are

we                                                                                            don’t                                                                                                   know

a             n                y                  t              h                    i                            n                    g

and yet we go to sleep hoping it will be better (it won’t)

we keep dreams in our hearts, we canned them in our titanium heart

we, the desperate, the underdogs, the overlooked, the nobodies, the freaks

we are a hungry pack of phantoms

we lost the game before we even started to play

I write this senseless words just to throw them into oblivion

As I throw myself

v                                                    o                                                                                                                    i                                                                   d

(Please, tell me it was real.  Please, tell me it wasn’t another delusion of my wrecked mind.  Please, tell me I wasn’t dreaming -and if it was, indeed, a dream- Please, never let me wake up)

Through silence I was lifted, to skies above

My body went up to the point where the city looks like a small robot-amoeba

I was there standing in the edge of the sky looking down

Looking at this pulsating machine, expanding silently through circuits of expanding lights

All the unbearable noise was suddenly so silent, I couldn’t hear but the symphony of the wind

This lightning monster is my home, and for this short space of my life I was on the outside

Soaring, away from its electronic beeping intestines

Away from its various attempts at feeding from me, destroying me

I’m standing in silence, on the edge of the sky, praying for my wings to open

25000 feet from the ground…

[whenyouholdmyhandIflywhenyoulookmeintheeyesIfeelImluckywhenIfeelyourheartbeat

IreachtheskywhenIholdyouinmyarmsIfeelwhole]

I got no numbers

I am no numbers

Forgot my name (I’m nameless)

I give you my name (if you want it)

I got a heart shaped cigarette burn in my arm

I got scars cause I’m a soldier, and this is my battle

My path is blessed with lucky sevens, since that day I found a 4 leaf clover

I gave up my identity, don’t know who am I anymore

(don’t give a fuck)

For as long as today lasts, I’m going to breathe

For as long as this hour lasts, I’m going to breathe

For as long as this minute lasts, I’m going to breathe

For as long as this second lasts, I’m going to breathe

With no more luggage than a half-smoked cigarette

With no pillow to crash my wasted head

In the zenith of this deranged dream I ask

Would you like to be my stranger?

Would you hitch a ride with me?

We are just lovely casualties

Beautiful fatalities

All this life I dream of

All this life I live inside my head

{everything happens because I want it to be true}

{swim deeply in my eyes and fade away}

Cuando todo estaba mal, cuando pensé que moría, cuando no había esperanza, cuando el dolor era insoportable, cuando caí, cuando me arrastraba, cuando lloraba, cuando me ahogaba, cuando no tenía sentido respirar, cuando no había más que ruido en mi cabeza.

Viniste, lo arreglaste todo y ya.