Delicate like a cannonball.

And so it is the shorter story, no love, no glory, no hero in her sky…

I remember it well the first time that I saw, your head around the door, 'cause mine stopped working. I remember it well, I was stood in your line and your mouth, your mouth, your mouth. [...] What I want from you is empty your head. They say be true, don't stain your bed. We do what we need to be free, and it leans on me like a rootless tree. What I want from us is empty our minds…

“We might kiss when we are alone, when nobody's watching. We might take it home, we might make out when nobody's there. It's not that we're scared, it's just that it's delicate.” And so it is just like you said it should be. 

And we'll both forget the breeze most of the time...

But there’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth, there’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt. There’s still a little bit of your ghost, your weakness, there’s still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed, you step a little closer each day that I can’t say what's going on.

Stones, taught me to fly; love, it taught me to lie and cry; life, it taught me to die. So it's not hard to fall when you float like a cannonball.

There’s still a little bit of your song in my ear, there’s still a little bit of your words I long to hear and I can't take my mind off you. I can't take my mind... My mind...my mind... 

[...Until I find somebody new, ‘cause what I am to you is not real, what I am to you, you do not need. What I am to you is not what you mean to me. You give me miles and miles of mountains and I'll ask for the sea.]

We might live like never before, when there's nothing to give, well how can we ask for more? We might make love in some sacred place. The look on your face is delicate.

………...........................................................

Well I don't know if I'm wrong, 'cause she's only just gone. Here's to another relationship bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease. I'm sure when I'm older I'll know what that means.

Why do you sing with me at all?

Melodramas de Otoño.

Tan lejano, tan desnudo.
No puedo eludirlo,
Lo que eran tan crudo.
Hemos esparcido nuestras almas en esta caótica espiral.

Siempre,
Cuando el coro de mis pulsiones grita,
Cuando la pasión de mi sangre fluye,
Es cuando beso la cara de mis dolores.

"Meine Schmerzen" ¿Has sido traicionado alguna vez?
Me sumerjo en un recuerdo de mi laberinto,
Siento la Incarnación de tu mirada.

Llévame bajo tus océanos;
Inúndame en la retaguardia de los sentimientos;
Sóplame en intuiciones cristalinas;
Reventando erupción de luz, quemando mi complemento.

Tus sollozos me cubren.
Y tus manos me dejan ver...
Tu gracia salpica sobre mi piel.

Trompetas de mis alegrías, escalofriantes melodías.

 

Colaboración de mi buen amigo, hermano del alma, consejero, ecchi-sensei César Ismerio :)