Picture covers (English version)

Picture covers (English versión)

1

'Welcome to life' read the walls for my arrival. No one knew I rather stayed far from this funny odd, far from the feelings of my mother when crying. If there is a very one who knows what she got through was me. And I heard carefully that day when she confessed to me what I know she would never tell me out there in the world supposedly welcoming me. I heard her indeed. Proof enough, should I say, to fear any gifts provided by the externals. I'd rather get back to my place than cross the line. I'd rather wait impatiently here. Mom knows I'll be here. And I'm thankful she considered giving me part of her life, but life was not meant for me. Life can hurt and I'm too different to accept that in me. 

2

Just as little,
As innocent but joyful, 
As great as curious, 
As risking but decided. 
A goal ahead pretending
It was set to be never reached,
A little girl plays smarter
And make it till they meet.
Either running or even riding
Little girl does not stop,
Hide up with red-hood fabric,
The face and smile below.
Little red riding hood knows it,
The path will not be that easy, 
But confident as she must be it
She won't rest until she gets it.

3

Sunrise hushes, 
Clouds sing out loud your name
In a rushing melody of love
That bid us be tight for days.

The ocean baths our kisses,
Tans the red of our hearts, 
Blinks out tears of sorrow
For it knows you are not his
But someone else's love.

It's not a simple harbor 
Or a free-bar jail we stand at;
It's a piece of territory
That fertilizes bodies 
Eventually fed by the God. 
The sweetest smell of victory
Bloosoming the power of nature
In a land of a endless miss-you
Gives us a tender shelter
That lasts short, shorter cicles.

The sunset claims you back,
And with you run out my tears.
I never give up on you
But I can't stand this great fear
Of letting you go away
Without the promised return, 
My dear. 

4

Last night I looked out the window while raindrops crashed downward against the ground. I saw them patiently in lonely intervals of time as the tree leaves danced off the branches toward me. It felt like nothing but an impulse of the wind trying to call my attention, like flirting with me. I figured it wanted to tell me something, something similar to an 'I-Love-You' message whispered by you.

5

-Ana? Would you tell me the story again?
-I would, brother.
-Would you change the end?
-Why?
-I want the kids to be found! 

6

Wonder whether it's departure
Or is it returning.
Matters little when it's happy
When there's trust in the middle
Wonder there's a kiss
Or was there ever. 
Matters little when they hug
Like they had always needed. 

7

See from afar and get eventually closer. The giant shows off, seeks intimidation, behaves oddly, speaks too loud, curses faced-thrown spit to you
widens both eyes in fear. 
And the closer you get
the smaller the giant becomes. 
Master your might
and cry the victory 
To whom it is worth. 
The giant is now
By your feet.
Tap its head top.

8

And for a moment you reach the moon, you see her as much closer as you never imagined, and she lays for you, smaller but prettier, kissing your shadow bathing her hips. There's no greater light for her than the ones making your eyes shine and the rest blur.
And the moon whispers your name. 
You know you're meant to be. 
You know her is where you belong. 

9

A shelter music has been 
Where unable to dance I stand.
Lyrics whiten my papered body
Over the symphony of my hips. 
No feelings there are left
For my agony got me deaf. 
A piano mourns broken accords
Inside which I navigate. 
Flip my chest up and down
Begging life for little mercy.
Cave before my guts and find a place
So my lonely heart would rest.
See me. Don't speak!
Touch me. Don't speak! 
Sing me. Don't speak! 
Play me. Don't speak! 
Don't speak because you hurt. 
But I love you more, 
So come and lay. Don't speak!

10

Together we stand
In and beyond life.
A couple of corpses hug
Underneath the wet sand sheet.
We kiss and hold hands
We cross and jump in.
Together in different worlds
Together as us or ghosts.

11

From my love to you 
I've found uncountable gifts:
A wooden gacebo 
Underneath our branchful tree,
A silkened hammock
That ties a smile of innocence. 
The owl house shows me out
The remaining raining 
Bathing greener our bed ground
Where I lay down 
As you dance 
As you sing 
As you are there.

12

I got imprisoned to time
When I hoped it would end
Trapped in forested heart 
Into a wood I must escape. 
I got stopped in redemption
Frozen, airless, move-less
Hair dragging down pitties
From my brain to my feet.
Over the brown-leaf ground
My soul flies on top of myself
Hopelessly waiting for a love
With no apparent face ahead. 
But it is blood 
The only living part of me
Dying a black tearful dress
Into a red golden happy fate. 

13

Time got behind
And with open arms
I ran to you. 
Liberated I was 
No more forests
Neither nightmares
But the feels
Of being caught in your chest.
Kiss me, 
Unknown love of mine. 
Take me
To the sea of your soul. 
I get closer
I chase your breath
For I long to live longer. 
Wait, 
Unknown love of mine. 
Wait, 
Because I can hear you
And the beat of your impatience

14

I made my part,
I fought the dragons and climbed up the mountains to stare at you.
It's now your part,
Undress me under and slide your silence around my neck. 
I made my part. 
I slipped several hills and took back my way up to where you whistled. 
It's now your part,
I'm tired of clues, now I want the truth. Tell me what you want. 
Tell me what it feels like
To cuddle in your arms. 
This red you see in my body is someone else's blood, some stupid unfortunate trying to convince me that our love was fake. 
Now you confess whose blood is that red that covers half your curves and print your sins to skinny shades. 
It's now your part. 
I've come a long way up here to offer you my entire me and set off this place. I don't belong in here. 
It's now your part
To kiss me dead from mortals and take me to orbit grabbing by your hands. 
My part is done. The job is yours.

15

Ready I am,
My paper boat awaits for us. 
Where are you, my love?
It's time to go. 
Water bathing my wishes
Whispers farewell songs 
And the new World of 'I does'
Already made a toast.

16

All the light I need 
Blinks from time to time
When I get lost in between
And when I open my eyes.

17

I'm Scare;
I walk toward you though.
I'm terrified;
Because of you I'm terrified. 
This speeding inside me
Frightens me harder.
Despites all the signals
I keep walking toward you.
I try to imagine your voice,
It scares me.
I try to imagine your face,
It scares me.
I try to imagine,
But now I can't. 
I take the risk 
Though I may lose, 
I won't face back 
I want to find you. 

18

What if I grow older for admiration? 
What if what hangs is not my umbrella but your hand? 
What if we married when I dreamt of children milking our cows and smiling at the yard? 
I just happen to have an idea: you hid the tradition of walking to the altar and made me play seek and hide. 
Then I guess I must take this deal as assesment of what I feel and ought to show. 
Then I look around till I get to you again, just like I'm used to doing in my thoughts.

19

By closing my eyes 
I see the door of my hesitations open. 
When both worlds look alike
I stare. 
The rest of the time
I panic.

20

The sun sets 
And I wait.
I wish hard
It was mine.
Sleep tight
Little sweet sun
I protect you 
At nights till dawn. 

21

See my eyes? 
Then see though. 
See my soul 
Dancing too. 

22

From all the things I had to get rid of, you have been the hardest one.

23

The only company I always keep from you is the scent of your waving hands. The rest is not more than wet eyes.

24

The sky gets dried
And scratched
Everytime I nod
If asked whether I need us.

25

And when the day comes, 
I don't want to look back,
I don't want to see the light go
I don't want to take the risk
Of missing you there
Where the darkness grows. 
I'll cross the rock muted
And count my scary steps 
I'll grab my heart in one hand
And sing lullabay to him.

26

Test my effort. Tell me something: what makes you think you are the one waiting? The fact that me is who's moving toward you or the size of your unarguable beauty. 

27

No matter how many of us impatiently await. No matter how much we impatiently await. There's room for one only. The rest is just sacrify. I'll close my eyes till I get to my spot. 

28

Words printed in letters mark the path of my beloved; letters made of no paper but skin, blood, and breath. Words leading to me the upcoming, unchanging swallow. Letters written in different lenguages risk my safety from the enemy. But here I calmy sing, forthsee the rushing present and your sweat bathing the whole of your tired feet. Get rid of the fabric and feel no shame for what other eyes can say of your imperfect body. It was meant for me and I have accepted it already.

My love.

29

Make it look real or fake, 
Make it stop or move away; 
Make it yours or mine, 
Make it grow or die;
Make of what I do
What your pitty obeys; 
I'll make your whole body
Roll over and rest.

30

Dear Destiny,

 I salute you tonight with the solemnity of my dispeace. Yes, this feather, as a proof of my reckless nudity, turns black when I happen to need clear views of the draw you promised will be painted by this time in my life. And with a simple feather, I beg your pardon, won't I be able to fly the fire warming my hesitations. 
So, with no more than a limited number of sounds I tearfully sob the same question I asked when you first came to me: where lies my love's body when I sleep? 

31

If you look forward to getting to KNOW me, take time to first learn the alphabet of my feelings then you'll be able to write the first words of my darkening needs. Take time to create the coherence of my begs and read accurately what my body wants to say. If you look forward to becoming my nudity reader, keep your hand washed with honesty so my skin does not get hurt by the uncaring touch of your common perception.

32

Now that you've excelled the skill of listening, I'll show how my hear must be captivated: Move your lips with a no-so soft wave till the sound of your words hits accord with what I desire. 
Swift the pages tenderly and make eye contact before the suspense comes. Accentuate the sentences causing me intrigue, and at the end, 
with the most delicate approach, 
hug me and leave. 
Never talk.

33

Among the many ones you still stand out. I wouldn't care what they call you or how much you think you share with them, but it's my eyes saying you're not what you believe, but a greater being I happened to meet. A flower in the forest envying your branches, wishing she had the leaves blushing the top of your head. A crown that irradiates more than light. It states your own state and makes of your perfection a different sensation, one that attracts me to you days and nights. One that makes me feel what I never had.

34

Father told me I had to learn the perks of being an adult before my siblings came to life for I help mom when she is sick. He told me I had to excel the demands of society to satisfy his name. I grew up as he said and understood the real meaning of respect until we met disgrace and father showed me his actual face. Thanks, father. It was because of you I am this great help for my siblings. Sad you were not able to.

Father showed me the way, the one he could not follow.

35

Time talks 
And you ought to listen.
Time says 
And you ought to obey.
Time demands
And you ought to make.
Until Time gets bored
You have a chance to change.
What would you change 
If Time is in command,
If Time is still the one?
The niddles restle as well. 
Make them work 
Make them be part
And then Time will see
He's no longer a clock
But an instant too,
He's a kronus itself
Turnt into a careless layer
That his owner threw away.
Time claims 
And you ought to sacrify. 
Time kneels 
And you ought to see him cry. 
Because you are mortal
But he has to stay forever
In a corner of this endless world
So big and complex
That accepts no time 
As a leader,
But a server of its own destruction. 

36

Look me on the corner
Where no attention is asked. 
Look me in the fog
Where no air is needed for life. 
Look me under the rain
Above 
Below 
Wet in the lake. 
Found by the heart beats
Of my scary face.

37

What rains, at times, might not be drops, might not be water, but a chance to keep a part of the universe in with you, very near your heart. It might be the little light you need in life to never get lost.

38

Years come by,
And chances get unnumbered. 
I knew it would take time
That the doors were nothing but stones.
The keys shape away 
When I'm tired.
I'm locked,
I'm trapped,
I crumble. 
Then I fight
You just say
'No more humble'.
Thought your body
Was much easier 
To get through. 
I was wrong 
I saw the windows next to you.
You are not stronger
But smarter
And that's for sure
That in live
I will need you
By my side. 
I try again 
And touch you tender, 
I give you hope 
You give me ropes
To climb you up.
Then I write verses
That you deny 
Come from my senses. 
But when I write 
I leave my soul
Draw on you a smile. 
Next key will open
Perhaps not you
But a part of me,
The one you use
When I am broken.

39

The infection of the body increases fear when set free, 
The infection of the body darkens even the life awaiting ahead.
The infection of the body is the human mark we are born with, 
But not a legacy we ought to carry to death. 

40

A circle's making magic
Lenses zooming in and out;
Nature sees inside my body
Just as time passes by.

Hurry up!
The wait is precious. 
And my eyes tingle.

Don't sit up! 
By the ground I lay
And aside you must pray. .

It came up! 
My idea of making static
Memories that we share. .

Kept as prisioners,
Captivated in my mind
Memories dance all around.

Around magic circles
They believe they live. 
But that is my head
And they will never leave.

41

How many skies do we have to spend 
to be finally given 
one like this? 
Furtunate me 
that I took a step forward where God 
was once smiling 
with splattered paint drops capping my homeland. 
He was making art indeed, 
There I was observing it.

42

I found my Neverland,
A land of living creatures
Concieved by magic,
By love, and by joy,
Where water washes 
Birds and trees, 
Clouds are made 
Of destinies, 
Rivers reach the beach
And rerturn
To the mountains
That watch me sleep 
at dawn. 
My Neverland is a jarden
Where I sit 
at noons and nights
To stare the movement 
Of the moonlight
Growing from small
To shining bright. 

43

My brain is resting.
So is my imagination. 
My heart marches steadily, 
And from you I get ashes,
Pieces of heating voices coming down from the sun,
Sending me kisses-goodbye 
At the surface of this wait. 
You remain as the light of my contrast, 
I stay motionless, 
Like a colored skin at an auction, 
Like an sack of feelings trapped in a wish, 
That forgot how to desire,
That forgot how to live.
But with the same color of my discrimination
I recall the silhouette of our skylines, 
Perfectly dark as the mystery; 
Perfectly light as our past. 
You, yellow tender;
Me, black smoke; 
Us, crystal passion
That is left over the lown.

44

Whomever I might be talking to, I would firstly apologize. I know, as deep inside as this ocean that today claims to own my whole self, that listening to disgrace is not the warmest of the introductions but at least you reckon solitariness will not drag you painfully down as it does when the shore sounds so close to your ears but far to your strengths. And somewhere around this waters you hide. Because I know you, I know it's you, 《the silence that became the death of my love.》