i believe

i tried to remember how to write
just to remember this moment
i will see it in your eyes
and the past will never end

i believe in every word that i say
i believe in the sunset every day

a prophet will enlighten me
in every step that i take
what i read makes me free
in every page that i make

i believein what makes the sun shine
i believe in what i hear all the time

i believe in miracles
no, i believe in what can be done

she

She keeps pieces of me in her pocket. Some I've given to her, some she just took. She looks better with her glasses on. They bring out her smile. She smiles a lot. Sometimes, she drinks too much coffee and speaks faster than usual. I like her best in those occasions. She says she's crazy, I'm pretty sure she is. In a good way, I suppose.

She's always cold. She picks her food but somehow I don't mind. Maybe it's because she does it with grace and decision. She stares at me when she's speaking of important things. She stares at me when I speak to her. When she gets excited, there's no stopping her. She gets stressed easily, but when she relaxes, she relaxes for good. She always gets what she wants. Sometimes, she seems uptight and high-maintenance, but deep inside, she's sweet and gets pleased with little things. She cares about people. She's a good listener, but a better speaker. She stops time. She always goes the extra mile although most of the time, she goes for two. She can turn the smallest object into a reminder of her. She puts passion into everything. She eats her fingernails when she’s nervous. Her mind goes faster than everybody else’s. She likes milk in her coffee, and two tablespoons sugar. She likes napkins around her drinks. She dances while she’s sitting down. I could go on and on. Let’s just say she simply is.

a million years behind

Duermo entre montañas y volcanes
y sueño que vuelo sobre ellos
me alejo...
me pierdo...
I know that somewhere in the Universe
There's a shooting star passing by
Watching us smile...

Vivo entre piedras y matorrales
y nado para llegar a otros lugares
me duermo...
me encuentro...
We have the power to see the past
If we look at a star's light
We'll look a millin years behind

Escribo entre arboles y paredes
tengo una ventana enfrente
me elevo...
me alejo...
I know there are stars to be found
Where the light is brighter than here
I know there are.

Pana, Earth. 01/01/01

strange rainy day

I'm not speaking
I'm just singing
To get you to sleep
I'm your lullaby
Your strange rainy day
And I want you to take me
Back to your cloud
WHere everybody's happy
Where everyone knows
how to be...

.....

That night, she sat on her bed and cried. Some days were better than others, some days were good, but most of them were bad. "Some days, life just turns its back on you", she thought. And as she held her head between her hands, she began wondering if she wasn't running out of chances to being happy.

The night is over. She should stop dreaming. And thinking. Sometimes she thinks too much. Sometimes, words come out of her mouth that end up hurting other people. Sometimes, words come out of her mouth that hurt no one but herself. The radio starts humming. "In the end, the love you receive equals to the love you give", says the DJ. She doesn't believe that to be true. She thinks she's given much more than what she's got. Cold shower, or is it hot? Somehow she doesn't notice anymore. First cigarette once she's out on the sidewalk. Running away might be a good idea, or maybe not. She starts walking towards her school. She passes some people but she doesn't want to see faces today. She doesn't want to see the sun either. If there was a pill that could make her stop feeling, she would take it. If there only was such a pill...

Her friend says it's not worth it. How can her friend know? Her friend isn't running out of chances to being happy. She is. Her friend says she'll find someone else to be happy with. She doesn't want to be happy with anybody else. Her friend... she doesn't have anything against her friend, she knows her friend is trying. She keeps on walking and sees him, sitting in his class. She can't stand to look at him without wanting to run to him. He used to make her feel special. She used to like the person she became when she was with him. She's having a hard time letting go. Where will everything go? The moments, the conversations, the past, the future... is it all lost? The thought of never again being held in his arms is enough to make her cry. She starts crying again. She sits down and just stares... stares at nothing. Too much to think, so little space in her brain. She thinks too much. That's what her friend says. As much as she'd like to believe her friend, she just can't.

back to life

we walked on bridges
while they were burning
we stopped halfway to the shore
and watched the show as our bodies caught fire
her light was red and mine was green
our souls flew lost into the night
as we lit each other's way

we stepped on stones
as she said to me "don't go"
but i walked as she stayed behind
following me with her stare
next to me in her mind
my eyes were red and hers were green
our souls touched each other's light
as the rain brought us back to life

"Pero a ti, en tu pequeño planeta, te bastaba correr tu silla unos pasos. Y mirabas el crepúsculo siempre que te apetecía...
- ¡Un día vi ponerse el sol cuarenta y tres veces!
Y un poco más tarde añadías:
- Sabes... cuando uno se encuentra tan triste, gustan las puestas del sol...
-¿Tan triste estabas el día de las cuarenta y trs veces?
Pero el principito no respondió."

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Le petit prince.