A medias tintas

See how the clouds in here look much lower,

it starts to look like they want to hold us.

Don´t walk away my friend,

don´t walk away my friend.

Don´t be afraid of them.

You want a leader but you´re strong enough,

you´re strong enough, 

you are stronger.

Is this a dream or are we awake?

Are we awake?

Are we there yet?

Don´t back up now my friend,

don´t you regret you are here.

Don´t be afraid of them.

Clouds can only make you stronger,

to fear is after all hide.

Don´t back up now my friend,

don´t walk away my dear.

Don´t be afraid of them.

See how the clouds now do look much lower.

It really seems like they want to hold us.

I can´t wake up my friend,

how do i leave this place?

I´m so afraid of them.

You made us lead but we´re not strong enough,

not strong enough,

not stronger.

Is this a dream or are we awake?

Are we awake? 

Are we there yet?

Don´t back up now my friend,

don´t you regret you are here.

Don´t be afraid of them.

Clouds can only help you stay high,

help you stay high, 

hold you up tight.

To fear is after all hide,

after all we hide.

Don´t wake up now my friend,

don´t walk away my dear.

Don´t be afraid of them.

Lucía

Not again,

messed up man.

Like the wind,

leave as you came.

Drop her hand,

leave her shell.

Watch your back,

it will now be unprotected.

Lucia, in the middle of two life´s.

Lucia, while your shadow stays behind.

Lucia, ley your soul free

don´t you break down.

Remember last night,

when you were al so down,

is Lucia who came up asking what.

What´s going on now?

Again, 

Lucia comes back.

Is enough of using her strength now.

All the vices she´s got,

all the loopholes she finds.

Surprisingly she manages to keep it all

between two lines.

See and she is still awake.

This is how she remains,

where she speaks out.

Lucia, in the middle of two life´s.

Lucia, while your shadow stays behind.

Lucia, ley your soul free

don´t you break down.

Remember last night,

when you were all so down,

is Lucia who came up asking what.

What´s going on now?

Again, 

Lucia comes back.

Despertando

Lonely,

only when i´m lonely,

underneath my skin

I feel the wisdom of my lost thoughts.

Only, 

hanging of heart orders,

I am now just yours, you guide me now, 

my body is all yours.

Overnight,

a dream has woken me up.

Perfect waves were crashing in and

I have left all that held me back behind.

Perfect timing,

perfect timing.

Flawless,

now that i have woken up.

Only,

only it took me all this time.

Flawless,

now the dream is not only

real with my eyes closed.

Un momento de vez en cuando

Look for it baby,

it´s somewhere in there.

Look through the window

the way you did yesterday

it felt so simple,

it can be so simple.

Look for it baby,

it´s all in your head.

Let´s search the spots

that you are afraid to find

and let´s just relax,

would you just relax for once.

When you close your eyes you see it.

You opened up and seemed to see it.

Caving in, deep in here.

Let´s stay here, pause it.

Look in the darkness,

it starts to open up.

Now it doesn´t seem hard

to find starts in the sky

it seems to rise us up

and we don´t hold back now.

Now that we´ve lost some

or now that we´ve find it all,

let´s touch the spots,

all we´ve got, 

all the ones

that we did not know,

all we´ve left forgotten.

When you close your eyes you see it.

You opened up and seemed to see it.

Caving in, deep in here.

Let´s stay here, pause it.

Reencuentro

Cuando enciende la noche el alma
con el romper de las olas,
se aviva la flor intera
que se esconde
con las cosa del día a día.
Me recuerda a ti esta brisa,
pues eres tú
quien a través de la piel,
me da fuerza cada día.
Ahora te siento con todo,
así,
cerquita del mar.
Con los ojos bien abiertos,
sin ver en la oscuridad,
lo veo todo bien claro.
En todo mí yo te siento.
Alma mía,
que de ratos han pasado,
que de juegos has probado tú conmigo
y cuántas veces olvidé
que todo tú lo conoces
y que aunque a veces lo olvide
tú en mí mandas,
mi ratito me costó
dejarme en tus manos caer.
De nuevo contigo me encuentro.
Me detengo,
me alimento...
Tras éste instante me alejo,
sigo en pie,
sigue el sueño.
Cuando enciende la noche el alma,
con el romper de las olas,
me recuerda a ti ésta brisa.
Aquí me tienes alma mía.

Nanana.

Don't look through the window
keep hiding yourself,
all this might be too rough for you.

You are just this little frail thing,
it´s not worth the damage
i would just say don´t risk it.

Baby,
you might want to know it all now.
My baby,
Why don´t you step back and wait?

You are just this little frail thing,
so inoffensive.
You make me feel so worthless.

You are just better off,
reality is just nonsense.
You reflect yourself on me.

Just so inoffensive,
you so inoffensive.
Impotent you named me.

Just so inoffensive,
in the nude you left me.
Impotent is the name you gave me.

Baby,
you might want to know it all now.
My baby,
why don´t you step back and wait?

You are just this little frail thing,
so inoffensive.
It might be all too rough for you.

Keep hiding yourself,
you are just too powerless.
I am just saying don´t risk it.

Baby,
you all just want to know it all now.
My baby,
why don´t you all step back and stare?

El viento que me lleva

De a pasitos pequeños y tambaleantes
me dirijo, como muchos,
en búsqueda de llegar a la máxima de mi existencia.
Punto álgido que ya muchas veces,
ya demasiadas,
me ha parecido efímero y cambiante.
Objetivo reciclado ya tantas veces,
que en el transcurso,
acabo muchas de ellas caminando marcha atrás.
Hoy le doy un minuto a la azotea.
Un ratito para que se piense bien.
Libros, dichos, esquemas,
pasos de otros que me hacen pensar
que lo pasado,
al menos para mi,
ahora ya...
pasado está.
Que las referencias terceras
no son mas que lo que aquel,
con sus palabras
y partiendo de su realidad o irrealidad,
de algún modo reflejó.
Nada más.
Que todo ello
al menos hoy, para mí,
no mas relevancia tendrá.
Pues no puedo cargarme con esto
la mochila que ya arrastro
con lo que ya yo cargo.
Pues mi lastre ya es pesado
y quizá sea mas de lo mismo...
pero al menos, mas de los míos.
Que si mas peso me pongo encima,
no solo tomaré la reversa.
Estaré además,
lapidándome los pies.
Limitándome entre pautas, leyes,  restricciones...
No puedo tampoco
liberarme de todo peso.
Para eso, me temo,
es ya demasiado tarde.
Si bien,
hoy decido limpiar de polvo los rincones.
Aprovecho este suspiro,
esta cálida brisa,
para no inmovilizarme más.
Esta vez,
no lo dejo pasar.
Voy liberando el espacio
y de a poco,
voy sacando un pie del hoyo.
Pues aún vivo.