Luzía



Dices...que no digo que te quiero...

¿Sabes?
Entre todas esas paranollas mentales
(que tú conoces bien),
muchas veces pienso que
Debería valorar lo que me rodea,
e intento hacerlo,
pero aún así pienso que no valoro lo suficiente.
Quizás sea porque no sé valorar las cosas,
o por no saber expresarlo,o qué decir.

Dices que soy tu mejor amigo...
...y yo no contesto.

A pesar de ser relativamente joven,
mucha gente ha pasado por mi vida.
Tanto amigos como enemigos.
Relaciones hechas de afecto y mentiras,
promesas y traiciones,risas y lamentos...

Ya no sé que es mejor ni peor,
la distancia entre un amigo y un conocido,
el que te ama por querer,o el que te quiere
por amar.

Pero sí tengo algo claro:
Tus palabras no quedan en el aire.
Bajo mi cáscara de hipocresía y superficialidad,
hay una razón que piensa lo que dices.

Cada vez que dices cosas como:
"¡Te quiero Divi!",
"Mírate la sintasis y te ayudo"
ó "Luzía es con C"
Siento que estas ahí,conmigo....
Es gratificante sentir que
hay alguien que se preocupa por mí,
que me valora...a pesar de que yo no
sea capaz de hacerlo por los demás...

Por todo,
por nuestras infinitas risas,
por tus innumerables "tq",
por tu confianza en mí,
por tus muestras de agradecimiento...
Ahora soy yo el que tiene que agradecer.

Sé que esto es inútil,
que un día será borrado,
que un día lo olvidarás,
que un día yo lo olvidaré
y que aunque no todos
puedan sentir lo que yo
quiero decir en estas palabras,
son la expresión de mi alma;
de esa razón sobre tus palabras...

¿Sabes?
Me gusta mucho la frase:
"I would like to say everything"
tantas cosas que pienso,
tantas que escribo,
y tantas que no digo.

Perder a alguien sin haber
dicho todo lo que tenias que decir...
Es patético que todos esos
recuerdos queden sellados en
un tiempo pasado,sin poder retornar.
Haciendo sangrar la
reminisencia del presente.

Tarde o temprano,
nuestros caminos serán divididos.
Y en ocasiones recordaré que
ahí fuera,en el mundo,
bajo un cielo azul y compartido,
ahí una bailarina que también
danza bajo una lluvia de recuerdos.

Y si mis lágrimas recorren mi cara,
es por el miedo que le tengo al futuro.
Quiero vivir siempre aquí,contigo,
con los que me rodean y compartir,
tantos mis anécdotas como mis lamentos,
y escuchar esas palabras que de tu boca salen
y que a mí corazón llegan.

En momentos cómo ahora es cuando,
me da igual suspender mis estudios,
ser el maricón de mi barrio ó
sufrir neciedades de terceros...

Lucía,vive y sé feliz,
persige tus sueños
y valora lo que tienes.

Te mereces ser quien eres.



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Att: Iván Tirado Muñoz

Hopeless Desire



Walk through a black-stoned desert
in which there are nothing more than you and "the world"
You can't see further than five steps,and althoug you could
you couldn't see anything.
The sky is black...no,it's not the night,it's just black.
There's no moon,neither sun or stars...maybe there's nothing.
Or maybe nothing is the sky.
You'll reminisce the breeze touching your cheeks
or the contact with the truth.Maybe you thought in
colours that you have never seen,
or buildings built with feelings,
or even see what was part of you.
I'm sorry to say you that,obviously,you was confused.
you should feel how you legs are getting exhausted
and your eyes getting closed while they are being
losed in the twilight of the mist and the nothing.
But you still go on.
Maybe something called hope cheers you up.
but,what are you lookin for?
You won't find nothing more than nothing.
You can only play with yourself.
You get more and more tired at every step.
Your legs can't walk,and your sight is already lost.
But don't worry,there's nothing to see...
you'll neither get to any especific place.
For how long have you been walking?
oh,you look so exhausted...
If you could see a picture of yoursel
you could feel a great sadless,
but at this point I think you forgot
what sadless and happines what's about.
You're getting uncolored...
You're being part of the world where you're walking on.
do you still believe in hopeless?
you lost it...
then I suppose that you can't remember what you were looking for.
can you?

Sorry,you have just died














Att:Iván Tirado Muñoz

A sky that has never been blue



I don't know how to start...
I just don't know how it started.

It just cannot happen

Today someone said me
"Hope is the last you must lose"
Now all my hope is on you...
if you go down I'll lose the last I have....
what would happen then?


Don't let me alone
I don't know how it started,
I just began the game...
But now I don't want to play anymore.

You must play with me,
if you don't play...I'll lose the game.


Also,I think there are no winners here...only losers.
This foolish game is killing me.
Where's the aim?
I want to start again
Breaking the rules
Saying everything I had to say
But now I cannot

I've already lost my match
I won't start again...
You won't start again...

Rules will kill us
The strongest ones will destroy me
,because I'm just not me

I dream in someone I will never be

"You like me in the way you are"
But I don't like me in the way I am

It's like if I have been slept 17 years
And I'll be slept forever
there's no reason to wake up t
here's no reason to play

Dreaming about letting this world behind
flying through the sky
touching the clouds

visiting the stars
Going down on the rainbow
talking with the moon.

Riding my winged horse Through
arrows storms
and sharpen swords
riding so quickly to save a princess
that has been
throught from a cliff

But in this game there's no princess
neither wings...
I just walk alone in a violent world


You're my reason to breath
Try to breath as long as you can...


I would like to say so many things...
...looking to a sky that has never been blue



"Te pasas la vida esperando a que pase algo,y lo unico que pasa es la vida"

Att:Iván Tirado Muñoz