Magia

Empieza por la noche
en los sueños de un niño-
de cualquier edad conocida- y cuando abres tus ojos
polvo de mañana, como luciérnagas,
olor a hadas y orejas abiertas a la posibilidad del todo
dentro de ti mismo, en el cuerpo que llamas hogar,
cargando en tu mente
mundos inventados
con criaturas reales desconocidas para la humanidad.
Tu cerebro es tu hechizo,
volemos hacia él.

Magic

It begins at night
in the dreams of a child-
of any known age- and when you open your eyes
morning dust like fireflies,
smells of fairies and ears open to the possibility of all
within yourself, in the body you call home,
carrying in your mind
made-up worlds
of real-life creatures unknown to man-kind.
Your brain is your sorcery,
let's fly to it.

Fear

Dynamic color lights to curl up in a ball
No one around
Misconceptions of everything I did wrong
Rolling towards an end with no obstacle to stop
Going on through fields without them to roll
close

My mind wandering to an ambiguous whole
Luck running out
Nothing to grab on to,  wallowing breath strokes
swimming without arms

Uncontrollable power, a space above my eyes
Opening my lips, to the unknown truth
collapsing their notions
No clear answers,
tomorrows made with questions

Oxygen fighting for an avenue in,
closed fists, closed veins,
endless blanks.
Left without a pen to draw them in.

Vanished self scratching to be found,
with no map to guide us inside out;
pain, fragile, without me, by their side
Destroying people's lives.

Where are you going?

to the wind,
and perhaps the firmament,
to a universe without the need of sense,
to a walk through my favorite place,
to a reunion of past goodbyes
and perhaps welcomes passed in dreams;
I didn't know where I was going, but now I've arrived,
and don't worry,
you will know
  when you join

¿A dónde vas?

donde el viento

y quizás el firmamento,

a un universo sin necesidad de sentido,

a un paseo por mi lugar favorito,

a una reunión de adioses pasados

y quizás bienvenidas pasadas en sueños,

no sabía a donde iba, pero ahora ya llegue;

y no te preocupes,

lo sabrás

 cuando tu también vengas 

En tu Sur- II

II

Vientos del mar, viento cers, parras y huertos
en tus luces verdes de campiña
por tus pueblos coquetos y tus bosques de sorpresa
allí donde se oye la paz y se escucha
al río Aude beberse la vida.

In your South - II

II

Winds of the sea, cers wind, vines and orchards
in the campagne's green light
through your coquette towns and your surprise forests
there when one can hear peace and listen
to the Aude river
drinking life.