Call me something that`s not naive

Se queda porque le da miedo irse,
No porque le divierta quedarse.
Se duerme porque le aburre estar despierta,
No porque tenga sueño.
Muere porque le divierte,
No porque de verdad le falte vida.

Ama porque Narciso ya existió,
No porque lo necesite.
Y esta, porque no estar seria
Un desperdicio.

Brave Cowards, it`s a pleasure...

Brave cowards, this lines are for you.
Why do you keep your hearts shut?
Your mouths wide open, and your feet floating?
Brave cowards this questions are for you.
You never seem to collapse , but do you really trust who you are?
When you walk, when you talk, when you think,
Even when you breath,
Do you really believe you are creating memories?
Brave cowards, this petitions are for you.
Will you guide me, through the darkness of your path?
Will you show me the magic for fake happinees, invisible hope?
Will you try to make me understand the cruelty of your words, the evilness in your eyes,
The putrefaction in your minds?
Brave cowards would you hear to what I have to say?
Well, I don`t believe in eternity when I see you. I don`t believe in love when I see you.
When I see you, I can picture you swelling your words.
Cause you might speak brave, but as long as you live like a coward
Wisdom will vanish, like you...

Seize the day

Debe ser la cuarta, o decima,

nose.

El vidrio se empaña porque afuera hace calor

y adentro esta helado.

Y me hace pensar en otros

tiempos, tal vez alla cuando no habia vidrio, o

escarcha.

Si, escarcha...

Y me hace querer viajar a ese tiempo, donde todo era escarcha...¿hubo? Otro tiempo,

si, ayer, antes de ayer,

muy muy atras, cuando no

habia vidrio,

o decima o cuarta vez,

Otro tiempo donde no sonara como cascabel por el peso de la nada.

Voy a pedir que lloremos un poco.

Es tu pelo en la sabana
Son tus venas en la cortina,
Tus rodillas en el colchón,
Tu cuello en el aire…
Es tu alma en el balcón…

And now whaaaat!?

Once upon a time there was a bird with three wings.
A free little bird with three powerful wings
Trapped in a hideous, rotten world,
Where there were any other birds with three wings.
And this creature, who`s flight was eminent and graceful
Lived in sorrow, because he was the only weird bird with three wings.
But then one day, when his mind was already traveling dangerous thoughts of ripping away the third marvelous wing,
Came this other small little bird with two wings...

If you're so funny

Then why are you on your own tonight ?

And if you're so clever

Then why are you on your own tonight ?

If you're so very entertaining

Then why are you on your own tonight ?

If you're so very good-looking

Why do you sleep alone tonight ?

I know ... '

Cause tonight is just like any other night

That's why you're on your own tonight

With your triumphs and your charms

While they're in each other's arms...

Make it bleed until it can`t hurt no more

No con todos

"Hasta ahora no habia motivos para guerra, pero te metiste con lo que mas quiero y ahora ya no hay fuerza que me pare; esa gente es mi sangre"