Mis ojos están sellados, no veo nada…solo puedo sentir.Un olor a rosas y el aire fresco se enredan entre mis sentidos aún latientes…aun vivos.Una seguridad extraña me acoge en la oscuridad que me embarga.Curiosidad es la palabra que se confunde en mis pensamientos, el deseo de saber como es la Luz, el Brillo, el Sol que quema mi espalda.No los veo, mas puedo imaginarlos, tan bellos…tan inalcanzables.Pero espera un momento!!, mis ojos se abren y la confusión me inmoviliza. Inseguro estoy de dejar este mundo de fantasías por el de la verdad. Tengo temor de lo que se encuentra frente a mis ojos.Y a no quiero saber!!!, quiero seguir entre las sombras, donde todo es posible…sin el dolor, sin la amarga verdad.Pero mis ojos se abren y no puedo impedirlo.La Luz comienza a entrar por las rendijas de mis parpados heridos por el llanto que me ahoga.No me gusta lo que veo. El olor a rosas y el aire fresco que acariciaba mis mejillas se han ido.Revuélvanme a la Oscuridad, esa oscuridad que me pertenece, en la cual creaba mi propia realidad. Ese lado sombrío del mundo en el que quiero estar, sin lágrimas ni este dolor inmenso que me causa la Luz.Séllenme los ojos, con hilos de sombras y sangre, no quiero seguir mirando al frente.No creo en nada, no puedo creer.Si tan solo todo fuera distinto, y mi futuro no tan predecible.Dicen que la realidad es dura…pero esa palabra no alcanza para definir la Dureza de mi Realid
In The Name Of God, Impure Souls Of The Living Dead Shall Be Banished Into Eternal Damnation... Amen
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Angelos Sikelianos ---- (Translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)
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Pan
Over rocks on the deserted shore, over the burning heat of harsh pebbles, beside the emerald waves, noon, like a fountain, rose shimmering.
Salamis a blue trireme deep in the sea, in spring’s spindrift; the pines and mastic trees of Kineta a deep breath I drew inside me.
The sea burst into foam and, beaten by the wind, shattered white, and a flock of goats, countless iron-gray, plummeted headlong down the hilt.
With two harsh whistles, fingers pressing his curled tongue, the goatherd huddled them on the shore, the whole five hundred.
They gathered in close, crowding the brush and wild thyme, and as they gathered, a drowsiness seized both goats and man.
And then, over the shore’s stones and the goats’ swelter, dead silence; and between their horns, as from a tripod, the sun’s quick heat shimmered upward.
Then we saw the herd’s lord and master, the he-goat, rise alone and move off, his tread slow and heavy, towards a rock wedged into the sea to shape a perfect took-out point; there he stopped, on the very edge where spray dissolves, and leaning motionless,
upper lip pulled back so that his teeth shone, he stood huge, erect, smelling the white-crested sea until sunset.
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Pan
Over rocks on the deserted shore, over the burning heat of harsh pebbles, beside the emerald waves, noon, like a fountain, rose shimmering.
Salamis a blue trireme deep in the sea, in spring’s spindrift; the pines and mastic trees of Kineta a deep breath I drew inside me.
The sea burst into foam and, beaten by the wind, shattered white, and a flock of goats, countless iron-gray, plummeted headlong down the hilt.
With two harsh whistles, fingers pressing his curled tongue, the goatherd huddled them on the shore, the whole five hundred.
They gathered in close, crowding the brush and wild thyme, and as they gathered, a drowsiness seized both goats and man.
And then, over the shore’s stones and the goats’ swelter, dead silence; and between their horns, as from a tripod, the sun’s quick heat shimmered upward.
Then we saw the herd’s lord and master, the he-goat, rise alone and move off, his tread slow and heavy, towards a rock wedged into the sea to shape a perfect took-out point; there he stopped, on the very edge where spray dissolves, and leaning motionless,
upper lip pulled back so that his teeth shone, he stood huge, erect, smelling the white-crested sea until sunset.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Dias Anteriores....
Días oscuros
Día gris, día de oscuridad
Día negro, día de oscuridad
Días de oscuridad acompañan mi soledad.
Tan solo quisiera mirarla felicidad ,
pero se que nunca estará
Días oscuros, quisiera olvidar,
Pero el recuerdo siempre estará.
Soledad de andar soñando,
Soledad de un cuarto oscuro.
Día de dolor , día de terror
Mi lagrima cae por mi rostro,
Robandome la alegria
que oculta la verdad,
una verdadque quiero ocultar
Un día mas de oscuridad,
un día mas de soledad
Día gris que opaca mi claridad
Día negro que la termina de opacar
Soledad
es lo que quiero olvidar
Solo quisiera olvidar toda esta oscuridad
escapar.
Bueno eh de dedicar esta poesia a estos ultimos
dias de la semana demi vida, que han sido mas que amargos y dolorosos...
Salu2
Día gris, día de oscuridad
Día negro, día de oscuridad
Días de oscuridad acompañan mi soledad.
Tan solo quisiera mirarla felicidad ,
pero se que nunca estará
Días oscuros, quisiera olvidar,
Pero el recuerdo siempre estará.
Soledad de andar soñando,
Soledad de un cuarto oscuro.
Día de dolor , día de terror
Mi lagrima cae por mi rostro,
Robandome la alegria
que oculta la verdad,
una verdadque quiero ocultar
Un día mas de oscuridad,
un día mas de soledad
Día gris que opaca mi claridad
Día negro que la termina de opacar
Soledad
es lo que quiero olvidar
Solo quisiera olvidar toda esta oscuridad
escapar.
Bueno eh de dedicar esta poesia a estos ultimos
dias de la semana demi vida, que han sido mas que amargos y dolorosos...
Salu2
Monday, June 05, 2006
Apocalyptica con Linda Sundblad.
There is something in the way
You are always somewhere else
Feelings have deserted me
To a point of no returnI don't believe in Gods
But I pray for you
Don't you slip away from me
It's you I live for
Don't you leave no
Don't you slip away from me
I'm vulnerable to your love
There is something in the way
You're always somewhere else
Feelings have deserted me
To a point of no return
So the light fades out at you
So close to lose it
Don't you slip away from me
It's you I live for
Don't you leave no
Don't you slip away from me
I'm vulnerable to your love
Don't you slip away from me
It's you i live my life for
Don't you slip away from me
I'm vulnerable to your love
Don't you slip away
esta es la mejor cancion de apocalyptica que eh escuchado, en popcas palabras, mi favorita, chekenla!!!
There is something in the way
You are always somewhere else
Feelings have deserted me
To a point of no returnI don't believe in Gods
But I pray for you
Don't you slip away from me
It's you I live for
Don't you leave no
Don't you slip away from me
I'm vulnerable to your love
There is something in the way
You're always somewhere else
Feelings have deserted me
To a point of no return
So the light fades out at you
So close to lose it
Don't you slip away from me
It's you I live for
Don't you leave no
Don't you slip away from me
I'm vulnerable to your love
Don't you slip away from me
It's you i live my life for
Don't you slip away from me
I'm vulnerable to your love
Don't you slip away
esta es la mejor cancion de apocalyptica que eh escuchado, en popcas palabras, mi favorita, chekenla!!!
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Wish I Had An Angel
I wish I had an angel
For one moment of love
I wish I had your angel
Your Virgin Mary undone
I`m in love with my lust
Burning angelwings to dust
I wish I had your angel tonight
Deep into a dying day
I took a step outside an innocent heart
Prepare to hate me fall when I may
This night will hurt you like never before
Old loves they die hard
Old lies they die harder
I wish...
I`m going down so frail `n cruel
Drunken disguise changes all the rules
Old loves...
I Wish... Greatest thrill
Not to kill
But to have the prize of the night
Hypocrite
Wannabe friend13th disciple who betrayed me for nothing!
Last dance, first kiss
Your touch my bliss
Beauty always comes with dark thoughts
I wish..
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