Thursday, July 11, 2013

Heart

Heart is a mystery
twisted piece of work
Heart doesn't know about you
only itself and again
Heart is matter of time
of memory
of mud
Heart requires you to serve
you do, and think you don't.

(Munich 11.07.13)

Do and Undo

Maybe the eyes of the lover
the one who never is
When the words that we said are unsaid
the lives that we lived are never back
the ones that could be will never be
You can do and undo
You can run and stop
what entered me will never leave
will never end.

(Munich 11.07.13)

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Sabor a nada

Nadie sabe el sabor del desamor. Sabor a nada.

(Munich 03.07.2013)