luna...

En la profundidad de un jardín, debajo de las sábanas, en la orilla de la sombra, en el confín del espacio, existe una puerta, hacia la consciencia diurna; cruzarás en lo oscuro, al amanecer del tiempo, donde un ojo mira, el desfile de las nubes hacia la habitación de cuento.

D.

Ensueño...

Con un niño de la mano... ambos, se fusionan enhebrados por su cabellera en adviento, en su rostro pasmado se refleja el paisaje insólito, ilusión sin tiempo, ni memoria. Pastos altos y recios, amagan con un silbido estertóreo, vaivén sagáz, faldón de todos su pasos, lino, hilos gruesos, la textura filigrana del bordado y el ambiente perfumado en humedad sal y especias. De donde viene ese recuerdo, la mirada perdida en el horizonte sin término, que miras con esa atención, me hela el alma, aguanieve, escarcha de la madrugada.

D.

...fortunate lust.

...so glad to see you well... in the point leaded by fire...

Within space...

Habítame de sensaciones, plegaria hereje, enseres del destino, gesticulaciones zooformes, articulación de vocablos impunes de crítica... distancia, espacio acorde a la energía, impulso sosegado por velos imperceptibles, pagos aúreos, desperdicio de magos, insalubre atracción, diluye mí ether en la contracción instantánea de tus senos.

It's so bright tonight...

Diéz pájaros sobre el tejado, en hilas de quiebres y libres espiritus,
todos ellos enhebrando pedazitos, uno tras otro, los bocados. El porvenir viene en su vuelo, llevándolos bajo, llamada de la lluvia, abrasión apaciguada que el término del verano deviene.
Ya hay la tierra y el musgo, el espacio inmenso del espiritu, viajero espectante, el susurrar manso de la tormenta en camino, ronquidos del valle. ya huelo el gentío desinteresado del detalle, el motivo sombrío por la herrumbre y el hastío. Demente insaciedad, estúpida falta de integridad. El porvenir viene en su reflejo, illusiones difusas a veinte pasos, encubiertas en la escena, telón de lluvia, andar vibrante de una tarde de recuerdos, incendios, amantes de la esclavitud del ego.

Mercyless, the wind, from east will flow,
special ocasions to see what the spirits see,
take a smile, rise the believe, that you are not falling,
simple task, reasons from the past now calling,
to a concentrated scream from the fallen.
In high you heart, with true and rotten,
run, hide your love with darkness and flesh eroded.

Crystalline will...

At day, the dark lines define the path between light and shade,
you can go through them searching for answers,
you can wait till dawn,
At night, the lines define light, and projected to you, will texture your face,
with thin straw arrays of brilliance...
Do you believe in discoveries?
The farest side of your will...
Hands in the face, how you tear you hair,
Open you throath,
sing to the four winds,
there's redemption in love,
a road to find it all.

In the dark, in the bottom of sights, you must see flowing fire.

In your words lies deep thirst...

Draw a reason,
the light that witness,
the far side from darkness
Do you think there'll be a tomorrow?
hundred etereal ways to cast you,
Dire you to get trapped in dreams,
Do you believe?
That you can change the frecuency of filthness,

Sing whole day,
Not for me, you or somebody,
In our hearts fails the second sight.
Rear, watch, now that you´re in line with horizontal,

Theres no way for us,
Follow the blossom,
climb the trees,
At all, today you decide what's for tomorrow.

You did all to win,
once and again,
in front of your eyes,
you are not forgotten
still, sliping away,
avoiding the track that reachs you.

You, leaving away,
in my eyes,
you are not forgotten,
none a day.

Run,
blow her hair,
show her the way,
haste to her steps,
dreams all connected,
you will never be forgotten.

D.

Ningishzida...

There was a day, when the stars were allied, and the lava eruptions settled down, it was quiet... just the constant waves of wind across the mountains... the deserts and the wide open mouths from the people calling through the fire... it has begun, the linking between bird heart and tonal... there will be no wings for the stone words in lips of the dry inocence. The light will shut down the big drama of the will... ...still, some of the living will reach the union with stars, all totem conected, all lies, empty sounds from the now dead, consumed by fire between the eyes. Not all will see... their energy will fade in the eyes reflection of the beloved, flowers will grow where tears, but hearts will fly to the sky, high through the clouds, far as stars... deep as the love missed in the length of the roads, and between the drops in rain.

Far away... so close... do you still want to go to Nibiru?

D.