2009
Muérdago
Todo hombre ha fantaseado alguna vez con poder volar. Así como todos aquellos que no tienen piernas sueñan con correr... Quizás, para quienes no tengan brazos, estrujar fuertemente el pecho de una mujer sea el Santo Grial.
Será, tal vez, la estúpida naturaleza humana de desear todo aquello que no tienes o podría ser sólo una muestra más del sentido irónico de la vida.
¿Por qué aquel que más desea amar se muestra incapaz de hacerlo? ¿Por qué se vuelve algo cada vez más necesario? Cada vez más difícil, cada vez más vital.
Gone with the wine
Night Diving Wooden Chair
Gypsy Chronicles
It was one of those nights whose only thing they share is they are unique
It was a hell of a trip for a boy and a girl with a hunger for life
With the stars as their guide in a surreal town full of adventures to be found
Walking on crowed streets, running wild and free from mortal bounds
Holding hands while exchanging a smile and that's enough to believe in two
Looking straight into the other one's eyes, speaking silent words of faith
Trying to find their place in a world divided by nonsensical laws
Patron Saint of success and excess
Tumbling among madmen let us drive'em insane
Dangerously stupid and highly contagious
For ours, theirs and everybody's entertainment
A reckless ride over an alcohol waterfall
Falling down, bleeding laughters, no time for feeling down
A glorious past relived through solemn chantings
Flirting bodies dancing in joy, my lips on yours
Howling prayers for a neverending midnight mass
Two rocketed bombs colliding high in the sky
Karmic energy release rewarding weary minds and hearts
The adrenaline surge triggers a riot by the shore
Raising havoc in hope for igniting the spark of freedom
Dogs try in vain to ruin the fun they can't have (Just doing their job, can't blame them)
Once more swimming in the dark, once again I dive into your smile
Dreaming of two lovers savoring what is and what could be
Two souls amalgamating in a timeless kiss onstage
Performing for a mesmerized audience yet to come
At the end of a rocky road lies a bed with golden sheets
At the edge of the world, hulking walls of sea break and salute
Playing the epic soundtrack for a belated cosmic funeral
Waiting for the Sun to come to end it all and start again
Lullabied by the delicate twirling of your hair over your face
I wait for you to fall asleep so I can play to guess your dreams
Rest well, my girl, for tomorrow is just minutes ahead.