Alma Desnuda

La muerte es lo que le da el verdadero sentido a la vida. Que ironía, que tontería, que oscuro sería el mundo si fuéramos eternos. Que solos estaríamos, más aun.

What is the meaning of all this madness?
What is the meaning of this absurd fight?
Yes, this is a fight a cruel fight.
A fight that will take us nowhere but to the grave.
Yes, they told me that life is a tough fight.
We fight, we fall, we stand and we rise just like the sun.
Sometimes we come back from the night, back to life.

The fight brings the pain, pain that is not pain.
Who is to blame?
Why we have to fight? I keep asking myself why?.
Why not to give up? Why not go to sleep?
Why do I have to resist?

"Only cowards surrender” is what they said.
But I don’t want to fight, I didn’t ask for this.
Of course I want to live, but I want to be free.
Once again I’m only me.
Me, myself, helpless, expose and scared.
Yes, I’m scared of this life, its dangers and monsters.
I’m scared of my nightmares.

I just want to open my wings and leave.
I want to flight instead of fight.
I want to find a place to hide.
A place where I can breath, where I can dream, where I can cry.

Should stay?
Should I ride?
Should I leave?
Should I cry?
Should I sleep?
Should I write or just fight?

I dream of the space
I think of the space.
The space between us,
between your dreams and my dreams.
The space between your lips and my lips.
The space between your fantasies and my fears.
The space between your pleasure and my tears.
The space between your house and mine.
The space between my breast and your hand.
The space between the paper and my words.
The space between my heart and your sword.
The space between my eyes and your soul.
The space between your haven and my world.
The space between my legs and your tongue.
The space between your teeth and my skin.
The space between this fire and this love.
The space that make you my evil my god.