Mirror mirror,
Hanging in the wall.
Can you tell me,
Who is this old hag looking back?
Mirror mirror,
Can I ask
When did I become wrinkles and despair?
My reflection of today,
Not the photo of yesterday.
Time to burn those mementos i treasured more than time!
Arriba en el tejado,
Narra con el ceño fruncido un cuento.
El cigarrillo es el único que escucha.
Recuerda las luces de neón en el portón.
Dira dira up, up.
Los lazos del vestido se agitan con libertad.
Se hurga en la media agujereada,
El zapato sin tacón,
Medio rimmel embarrado.
Ayer....
Liba de la copa,
Muda de color.
Sobre el escenario su rival.
La aceituna se fue por mal lugar.
With a galaxial name,
It has nothing of the stars out earth.
No much but a humble maid,
Waltzing in a prairie among other skirts plied in eight.
Soon a rugged rebel,
Pinching skin,
Hitch hiking way.
Going to foreign patches of lawn across the stone divided fields.
Cracked skull,
Its contents leaking onto earth.
A white tentacle probes the air.
Gravity pulls,
Down the anchor tries bed.
A little hard, a little raw.
Down and down and down.
The skull explodes.
A green hand salutes.
And the once zombie chap
Waves November's light.
Ton la hoja rebota,
Ton el cosmos se dobla.
Ton sobre el pasto cae.
Un ejército mordelon.
Invisible.
Ton, ton, ton.
Solo audible.
A cada paso,
El rumor.
Hoyos en el verdor.
Such a faint forgotten being.
It was so soft a snore deep down.
No one could have called on.
Dragon and storm,
The sky blue black no where on sight before.
Until I was spitting salt and sand,
Without ground under my walk.
How did I get so close to sea,
To be swept by the stream?
How can this tiny being,
Tsunamis create?
Ominous lack of fangs.
Living in a small can.
Al principio era la playa.
Mis dedos tragados por la arena.
Mi peso de palabras añadiendo masa al problema.
Un brillo del agua.
Y un hechizo de promesa.
Nada.
Pero la marea.
Quiero ir de reversa.
Demasiado rápido,
Escupiendo sal y arena.
Una piña de latas en conserva,
El escondite de un dragón pequeño.
El cielo amenaza azul tormenta.
I met a white wall.
It wasn't that tall.
It had sparkling eyes.
Thinking what to write on it,
I ended asking things.
The wall,
politely replied back.
It made no question on regard.
I was confused and awed.
Was I to be changed?
Were my colours to be tainted?
Or had it already ended at hi?
And so discarded the reply went by.
Was it my questions?
Was clarification needed?
Or too much info poured?
Whom, may I inquire.
Whom may I return to,
without fire?
I dreamed a dragon,
Once more.
And once more smoke I grasped.
Fuel is none.
And with the flow I lull the love once I dreamed about.
Only youth survives winter snores.
Today I said no.
I don't believe.
Fate is too much a thing outside of me.
Whether I said yes,
It was fated a meet.
A rejection?
Brought by stars as well.
Orchestrated by who knows.
And the unknown why,
No one could explain.
Where does it fall,
The only thing I find purposely in life?
Decision is mine.
Atoms are hazard in play.
The universe's got no mind.
Everything comes by,
Just like that.
Herefore,
It was doomed sad.
Worst!
It was a letter that wasn't a letter.
An invitation!
Nothing I would want.
I write letters to be replied.
Yes!
As letters, right?