Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Porque Cuando Donde




Todo esta dicho.
Y no has dicho nada.
Y no entiendo porque.
Cuando, y porque.

En donde?
Tal vez mañana.
Porque no se sabe lo que pasa.
Y cuando me ahogo en mi silencio,
En donde tu presecia todo cambia.

No habria manera de entender,
Que el tiempo se a venido burlando.
Como goza el destino ponernos en
El camino…

Cuando todo esta dicho,
Y no hemos dicho nada,
Y entendemos porque.

Cuando todo pasa,
Porque estamos tu y yo…
End donde devemos estar.

Todo Ahora Es Nada







Todo Ahora Es Nada

Me imagino que cambias.
Te vas y vienes sin decir nada.
Y yo, imagino que piensas.
Espero, y no se si me extrañas.

Y yo, me pregunto si dudas.
Lo se, y tu no dices nada.
Todo caya y tu no dices nada.

Y yo, comprendo que no hay nada.
Ya nada.
Todo ahora es nada.

Y tu, lo sabes.
Todo cambia al pensar que no extrañas.
Y tus dudas no necesitan palabras.
Todo ahora es nada.
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This is for my Spanish speaking friends. Is is about waking up an feeling like all that you thought you had amounts to nothing at all, or at the very least not what you thought it was. A little sad I know, but it just came to me and I had to put this down before it left my head and got lost forever. I hope I don't drepress you.
Enjoy. :-)

You Chose

You chose to walk a path being so sure of where it would lead,
You chose to walk the path thinking someone cared enough
To stop you before it was too late.

You chose and knew you where correct.
You chose and walked feeling secure.
You knew that what was yours was yours.

You choose to follow back in your own steps.
Returned and walked back to the start and saw…
Oh how you must see now…that what you thought you had…
Sadly, did not.

And even though you stand where there is no return,
You mourned.
You grieved the kind words you never heard.
You grieved your own mistake of lying to your heart.

When it spoke of truth
You simply did not want to hear.
You knew the end was near,
And yet you chose to walk.

You cut and killed the life of it
…you tore it from its root,
And poisoned every bit that's left,
And this is why there's nothing there to save.

You choose to follow back in your own steps.
Returned and walked back to the start and see….
That what was yours is not.

And only you are to blame.