Steal Away Some Time

It's the dawn of the tenderness
it's about how much time we lose on each others eyes
the movements of our hands filled with finesse
about time to break the bounds and tear apart the walls
now we can figure out what are we doing here
and we know I won't last long
the time we're steeling will be collected sooner or later
please, this time will not have another chance to live
let me be closer, let me hold what's real
and spit my pain on what's not
let's enjoy the quiet just before we feel the need to run
before the absurd reality rolls it's indifference in
let me breath the only smell which I can saturate myself on
allow me to watch that smile
you know I'm pleased yet I'm nervous from all this
because I know you don't believe me
and such thing kills

Please stay with me a little more
I can walk slow no need for a rush
or I can keep with you a little further
though I've experienced the departure quite often
I couldn't never get used to it
please let me steal away some time
allow me to peel the general pain
inspire on all I get when I see you smile
to reach what I want when you walk to me
damn, I'm gone, with no turning back
the chances were lost I know
I never saw the open window
because of being staring fixed at a shut door

Guess there's no improvement here
we will always talk of dull things
and I will always play it dumb
biting my tongue and messing up words
praying for something I'll never get
but please stop for a moment
I truly and deeply want to feel what I missed
I truly know for sure
we'll never meet again
and the memory of our faces will rot
courtesy of time
don't go just now, let me kiss you
no hurt feelings, You and I will walk away

I'll leave with solitary peace
you'll find joy on every step you take
the world will not notice, they haven't yet
our paths are different, though I want to see you shine
we both could try to remember something
out of a rotten memory
It will no longer be truth
It wasn't you, I was not there...

All That I Will

Yeah, I think I would give up my life for it
yes, I'll give up a lot of what I'm working on
in the benefit of freedom and personal independence
I'll give up a lot of what I am
in pursuit of fulfillment
in pursuit of self-improvement
I think I'll give up my life
to see the true one, the sincere one
will have the restless task of my offspring
damn, what am I talking about?

I'm up to give up a lot to see the one
who will gave up as much as I will
with no obsessions at all, just simple and pure
no madness involved, no unnecessary pain
no strain where is not needed
the one I could trust what is left of me
after giving up all, I've promise to see her
to see her smile shinning and making my death shallow
guess I picture it at all
I wanted to run away as swiftly as the wind
validate my life with my own name

I know I won't get that far
it's so much death we caused
yes! it's the pain you cause me
the alienation I've gave you
but both of us know what on earth we won't do
guess it's been too much for a debate
I've earned my share of hate
and know I'm dancing on the slow track of death
but still I'll give what is left of me
too see that face with that smile
that once upon a time you gave happily to me

Meditando La Huida

Nunca quise compartir, mucho menos depender de la fe
tal vez en algún momento sentí que me iba a hacer falta
pensando que todo llegaría a un final empecé a hacer lo primero
me gustó y me sentí mejor
ya que el resto lo solía hacer sin remordimiento
ese que yo solía tener al momento de compartir
en algún momento llegué a pensar que había madurado
era mentira...

Siempre buscaron que rindiera mis manos a sus pies
que mi vida se dedicara a soportar su existencia
siempre intentando o logrando engañarme con burlas multicolor
¡Malditas sean! hacerme pasear en la ignorancia
sin siquiera darme algo a cambio
el dinero solo hace más grande mi indignación

Juntando la rabia
mientras me abordan las preguntas
con respuestas insulsas
y siempre demostrando su punto con frivolidades
ambigüedad, ¡eres ahora mi segundo enemigo!
tan solo la pereza te gana en acumular mi desprecio
¡Ahhhh!
¿Por qué siempre que quiero hacer las cosas bien
algo tiene que pasarme factura?

Ahora son fórmulas las que escribo
arrinconado en la pared
y gastando mis últimos cartuchos
pobres ellos, defendiéndome cuando estoy a punto de perder
de dejar escapar la gloria cuando la tuve en mis manos
defendiéndome cuando estoy a punto de caer en la desesperación
no puedo desmentir nada
y aún así pudiera, no lo haría

no quiero perder el control estando tan cerca
tampoco dejar que mis manos pierdan el temple
y se pierdan de a pocos en la temblores repetitivos
dejar de pensar
¿dejar de sentir?