Dreams

I've been chasing bright rainbows all this time,
chasing rainbows with blind eyes.

And while I was sleepwalking,
I realize I belong nowhere.

And the footprints in the sand,
goes nowhere.

I think the sun don't have a place to hide.
Not anymore.

And my skin looks sick, sick of being here.
And that house is not my home.

I'll be back before you miss me.

Just let me swim in the blue skies of my impossible dreams.
Give me your warnings, I'll kept them in my heart, but don't try to keep me here.

I have a lot of places where I should be.
A lot of kisses that I have to see.
A lot of smiles that I 'll draw.
A life to live.

There are a lot of walls to climb, ice walls, to warm up.
Words to say.

I will need your love to keep me safe.

Time is trying to kill both of us.

Don't let them win, just let me see,
a brighter future.

Murciélagos blancos

He descubierto un cuaderno, estaba en blanco, hace tiempo.
Escribí, te sienta mejor el rojo, que a mí.

Decide contar lo que tus ojos vean, lo que tu mente sienta o tus dedos desean.
Crea vidas paralelas a tus sueños y suplícale al tiempo que se detenga.

Me sabe amargo, estas alas de cartón, se mojan cuando sale el sol.
Y los murciélagos blancos que me visitan, actúan como vampiros,
que drenan la sangre de mis sueños y me habitan.

Y estoy hueca, invito a las mariposas a que entren y se diviertan,
me pesa ligero, la vida la huelo y ya no está, me drena hasta no poder más.

Creo metáforas sin sentido, y me resisto al estanque vacío. 

Y la anatomía de mi cuerpo revela que ya no estoy, dentro ni fuera.
Que las reacciones químicas de mi cerebro se pudren.
Y la fecha de caducidad de mi lengua no llega a expirar. 

Que si lo llego a saber no empiezo a escribir, la adicción a llegado a mí.

Quien demonios fue el profesor de nuestra infancia, que nos enseño....
Que los cuchillos no son plumas, y tu piel no es papel.

Alicia deja de correr,
deja de correr con las tijeras, que te vas ha hacer daño.

Darkness(II) Dark

He's like a vampire.
No light, no desire.
He's looking for blood.
I want to see him bleed.

He's leaving.
I don't wanna look for him anymore.
BUt the sun tells me to go after his shadow.

Running, I'm tired.
Wanna see him drownning in the black lake.

But the light is blinding me.

Take his hand.

Don't you worry.

Let us leave this place, let us dream, fall asleep until is spring time.....

It's ok, you know I'll leave everything to follow you.
You're beautiful as hell and I will never die of cold.

It's ok,

Dont't you worry, I'll be alright.

Burry my demons under your white blanket.
And let me sleep, let me dream, dream of tomorrow, so bright, so cold....
it's unknown....

Let me kiss your hand,  let me drink this mess.

Just take me home before is too late, burry me deep.

Let me sleep, and wake me up when it's spring time in heaven.

And I'll dream of your fingers going throw the road of hell.

Just let me dream, and wake me up when its spring time in heaven.
when I'm stronger enough to walk with you.

Lets run. til the dawn burn our skin, til the stars fall...

I know you can hear me.

Just dont ever stop loving me.

Vampires and werewolves kept me up last night,
thinking about the dream that I could not have.

I've spend the night looking for the stars,
and it looks like demons did paint the sky.

I can't see your eyes.

I'm stuck in winter, the snow doesn't stop from falling.
The sun starts to raise, it's in the middle of the sky.
The flowers starts to appear under the snow,
and it turns into crystal water over their silky petals,
but my soul still under snowflakes.

Cold, cold, cold, miss your warm lips,
Even that they felt like vodka in my scars.

You were always there, my constant bittersweetness.

I dreamed Tinkerbell throw fairy dust into my feet,
so I could dance over the crystallized ice,
like I would never die.

Tell my blood to come back,
My spirit is leaving me,
frozen in time, forever and always trying to reach the light.

Porcelain skin, let me write.

As if life were a morbid taxidermist,
playing like we were little butterflies.
Let me fly out of the glass.

"Creo que jugué con su corazón,
por miedo a provocarle dolor.

Mantuve viva un ilusión,
que debía extinguirse sin demora.

Creí que el amor podía ser para mi.

Decidir mantener un amor en un mundo onírico,
sin de volver el sentimiento al lugar donde moraba.

Miedo, siempre miedo.
Cobardía, siempre cobardía.

Atado a mi frustración.
Cansado del dolor,
sin embargo procurandolo sin control.

El amor no es para mí.
No se sí le ame.

Solo no quería hacer sufrir a un corazón,
un corazón que contenía un sentimiento tan hermoso.

Mantenerlo intacto, 
conservarlo, un amor que amaba a alguien a quien no conocía.

Una sombra, un anhelo.

Se desvanece y cae por entre mis dedos."-Dimitry

Darkness(I)

Darkness has always been my personal magnet.
The voice that whispers in the dark of my sleep.

Light is claiming my bones.
But darkness has always been my owner.
It calls me at night.

I try to dream about pale wings, but my mind always get me into the misty woods.
It smirk is dark, it gives me goosebumps. It makes my mind fly away from my body,

Its lust calling for my flesh, dance me to the edge.

It dress my hair with crowns of dead flowers.
It calms my thirst with blood.
It dress me up with princess dresses, dead princesses.

It murdered the kings and queens, and now all that is left are just old and sad stories.

But the shoes I'm dancing on are nasty, and my mind doesnt wanna come back.

It sucked my blood like a snake, and drained the life of my veins, it killed the dreams in my eyes.
I'm and empty doll, flying in a dirty room, waiting for the light to knock my door, to tell it to go away.

I'm a sinner, I kissed a dirty snake, I have broken porcelain skin.

I don't like Babylon, I want to feel your cold touch again, in my mind, my sick mind.

Oh! and those looks that we gave each other, I will never be able to forget how you burned my mind.

Oh! dear lover, you know I always have milk and cookies for you, there, downstairs.
But I don't want you to burn my home.

Dance me to the end, but I don't wanna welcome you to burn my crystal castle.

Oh Lord, oh Lord, what have I done?
You know my door is always half open, for the dirty darkness, my mind is weak, and bones are made of sand.

Cold fingers going down my backbone, and bittersweet whispers.

You already know youre not welcome, but my mind will always greet you with ecstasy.