Through.My.Faded.Crystal.Eyes

Life is nothing But a fragile Dream And world around makes me awake from my deep sleep And will inside me is whispering that it’s too sick I cannot run but sent my last hope to the skies And let my dying spirit free to navigating through the stars It’s back to me so tired It’s back to me so tired Of the stars Is breaking my desire Is breaking my desire to avoid Nothing turns my life... (... el futuro, la empatía, la esperanza; como la vida misma: ya no hay nada... más que un sueño frágil del que aún vale la pena aferrarse...) - V (MMVIII)

Here I am At the middle part of my life Even when it seems to be the cliff of the final Who really matters if there’s enough time? I start to feel the embrace of the cold white light What I have built, what I have done Still don’t worth the chance of keep me on the road Material grimes of intranscendental rhymes Written on the faded book of the ordinary tries How far do you think can I really walk? With a broken esteem and the illusions torn apart The brightest memories of a velvet child Lay now corrupted by the inclement face of time The swamped past of my confused mind Bring me to present the tragedies of a mistaken path And when the future waits for you with his raped open arms I know that will be the hour to escape from the tyranny of life! If there’s no more hope, why can’t just get out of this world? Looking for shapes who keeps me ever down Was everybody’s lord? or just the demon of my own? Am I the walk of a death? Am I the only one to blame? Or I’m just being part of an ethere...