Let's take off

Get a home.
Get a home.
Get a room.
Get alone.
Get gone.
Get gone.

Touching him.
Kissing her.
Kisses all over you,
all over the place
but for nobody else.
So Get gone.
Get gone.
Get gone.

Sharing laughs,
cigarrettes, random thoughts,
and sweet lust.
My hand is yours,
yours is mine,
mine with yours,
a few more stubs,
a few more drinks,
and bring the check,
so we can get gone.
Get gone.
Get lost.

So get lost.
In every new place.
Let's get going,
keep them showing,
that we need no room,
'cause we have them all.
And we need no house,
'cause your eyes are home.
But we'll get gone.
Get gone.
Get gone.
Walk wrong.

'Cause all you see,
Are just a little few,
the sweet beginning.
Bye-bye
Bang-bang.
Gun.
Gone.

Got a room.
Got my home.
Panting pleasures
all night-long.
Close the door,
turn me on,
our shadows
together taking off.
Now you be gone,
Gone.
Gone.

Games of Chance

I don't like to win by chance.

When you play dead,
You are not playing at all.

When everyone hopes for a good hand,
I have two of those.

For betting hard on this love,
and the other one for holding you close.

King of spades,
Queen of hearts,
know that jokers have more fun.

For being no player at all,
I bet more than anyone.
I bet on what can't be named,
but can be longed for.

No bluffs at all,
when it comes to you,
my favorite and last all-in.
One more martini, please.

When you gamble like me,
you win even when losing.

When you play dead,
You are not playing at all.
When you gamble like me,
you win even when losing.

Our Silent Knowledge

My brains went liquified.
Happiness can be at hand.

All I wanted was to dismantle my head,
and be left with only heart.

And we've seen so much,
worked so hard,
enjoyed so little.

But you are my silent knowledge,
I'm your bodyguard.
Landscapes for breakfast,
and music night delights.

Craziness that makes sense,
that can't be explained, not for now.

Mind unraveling into light,
colors seething from our eyes.

All I want is to see your face,
so I can understand my mind.

And you are my silent knowledge,
I'll always be your bodyguard.
Never hungry dinning landscapes,
always calm when holding hands.

I can be more than you hoped for,
If you want I'll stay tonight.
Tomorrow will have landscapes for breakfast,
and relish what imagination has done up to know.

No more questions,
'cause hearts by now can understand.
(x2)

Fun & Games

I've had my good share of fights.
You tell me you had yours.
And right now everything is perfect,
still knowing our fight will come.

I won't ask more questions.
I won't maul my mind.
Not with your morning kisses,
that are born from our good nights.

(bridge)
For you, and me, and us.
Suspense and shackles,
or to fall without disgrace.

(chorus)
So don't go into my head,
better bring me out
before it's all too late.

Don't go and fix my head,
better shoot me, blow my face.

Burn me from the inside,
and save me from the flames.

-

I stand in the spotlight.
I am no one's child again.
I play the game,
not 'cause I like it,
but because I'm good at it.

I pretend I want their taste,
In the darkness I offer smiles,
but the game for me,
is just to fuck with their heads,
and let you know from the strand,
that only you can have me and all my days.

(bridge) x2

Game, set & match.
Every time we escape before the party is over,
we win in no one's game.
Let's go hide in someone's bed.
Let's go hide in someone's bed.

(chorus)

I slowly wait.
I slowly wait.
I laugh at myself.
I laugh as myself.
I slowy wait.
Wait.

meilleur/mauvais

Pasos en círculos,
Merodeo hacia tí.

Pienso derecho
con la lengua torcida
porque no puedo decirte
las llagas que me hice
Pensándote aquí.

Todos los días,
el sol observándome
caminar por el parque
buscando en mis bolsas
tu llavero
que nunca tuve
pero ya lo perdí.

Mis amigos me dicen
y tienen razón,
pero ellos no captan
la historia enterrada
que de pronto
me asfixia.
Tú no te preocupes
porque no me importa a mí.

Como película vieja
mi vida se pasa
en idiomas lejanos
yo siempre recuerdo
la nostalgia bucólica
que pinta de amarillo
experiencias que nunca
terminan de expresar
lo que ví.

Te escribo canciones
para ver si te acuerdas
que fuimos dos
fuimos uno
y que ya no tiene sentido
porque este mundo
es más grande
que dos
y que uno,
pero por más
que me despego
ya nunca aterrizo

Y las notas
caen una a una
siempre con sabor a tí.

No seas como yo

Un perro es capaz de mover la cola ante estímulos de alegría porque no duda de la escencia de los hechos. Vive el momento sin preguntas tontas y se entrega a el. Si tiene suerte todas o la mayoría de las ocasiones su sincera muestra de regocijo se justificará cuando se concrete eso que le ilusione. Cuando el resultado no sea el esperado, nadie podrá juzgarlo por no haberse ofrecido enteramente al momento.

Pocos son los hombres que pueden presumir lo que el perro pregona con su mirada inocente. Más astuto es el actuar del can por no dudar de otros o de sí mismo, aún teniendo tanto que perder cuando deposita su ilusión en factores ajenos a él.

Tanto tiempo pasa el hombre tratando de entender los porqués y los cómos que se enreda en las aristas del gran titiritero. Esta soberbia actitud que emana de nuestros genes que busca la comprensión de las diversas conductas, todo con el fin de anticipar. Cuando uno logra predecirse a sí mismo se da cuenta del poco sentido que existe en tal idea.

La perspectiva nos da la terrible capacidad de dictaminar nuestra opinión sobre el andar de otros. En vez de recorrer el camino, señalámos. Y lo que es peor, cuando lo hacemos el índice que apunta forzosamente lo hace también hacia nosotros mismos. Y cada dedo que se dispara nos deja miedo en las manos. Porque después de hablar y hablar, la carga de las palabras intimida a los actos.

Listos son los que desde lejos de la acción, generan estructuras mentales de lo que los actores rídiculamente forjan sin pensar. Sin raspones y con la ropa limpia, ellos comentan las desgracias de los miserables. Éstos mientras tanto, retozan sin cuestionarse el sentido de su lunático triscar.

Y así, la vida se entiende tras bambalinas, pero se vive en el escenario.

Porque al final de la errática función, los críticos sentecian, pero los aplausos van para los mugrosos.

Para los perros.

All comes around in these wicked nights

Eerie would be to never be out of place.

True mellowness can only be found in bizarre.

Tuning bells in the dark, playing hide and seek with skinny violins.

Kids with fangs are the only ones that can keep away old spirits.