real

tus horrores despertaron a pesar mío
conservo intacta tu expresión pavorosa
aturdido con tus propios fantasmas
te veo partir
paisaje perplejo y desolado

your worst horrors woke up in spite of me
i kept your freaky expression unchanged
running away, pursued by your private fears
you are not alone
either am i

circles of times

seeking you
without find you
like a ghost
like an own private fantasy
waking up my forgotten poundings
lighting my desires
waiting, feeding
day after nights
rain after clouds
circles of times
doesn't seem the ending of the line
the outline of your presence still is on my rhyme