Everyday the same

Every single day ´s the same
in he same room, in the same village
the same thoughts, the same people. 
Every day the same banal talks
Those which go nowhere, same asks
same answers, 
to different, but same people though 

Every single day I regret the same dreams
those which were never lived
those which were  neglected
those substituted 
by this, my unliving life

tis is such a unbearable monotony
one ´s leading me to die, 
in such an ardous loneliness
with full apathy in everything I do
Cause all of this is unwanted
and thus, there can't be joy

Every day the same, same thoughs
same unsharing
 boring
and unliving days

REVERSOS

Si el blanco es negro y la luz oscuridad,
Si la alegría es tristeza, y el entusiasmo, desgana; 
Si el bullicio es silencio, y la muchedumbre soledad....
El resultado es, que estar vivo, no es vivir

TOTUM REVOLUTUM: IT ´S ALL THE SAME

TOTUM REVOLUTUM: IT ´S ALL THE SAME

IT ´S ALL THE SAME

There is no change, everything remains the same
It was only my hidden wish of getting something from you.
It was just a cold detail, that I deceitfully wanted to see 
as a  kind gesture.

Whether there is something obscure behind that, no will I ever know
But once more, I receive no answer, 
once more, you keep on aloof .
You still  hold the bounds that  once were settled
You still remain oppressive, so, that is what I perceive. 
What for? you don ´t want me to get close, not even a try.

Maybe it' s just myself, who repress, 
maybe it was me who once should have exploted
but you behaved so fearfully... so heartless

I just live with that inside me, but now unexpectedly, 
You come back to my mind just to disappear again.

Sure I am that you are not aware, 
for that you remain all facts behind, there in the past,fully asleep.
While I ´d still like to talk you, to make everything  be awake 
to open myself to you
 to stop your thoughts of me being stupid

UNBEARABLE PAIN

empty soul, empty life
arduous grief which heal not with time
but get worse instead.
Unrealistic thoughts... imposible dreams.
useless wishes that will hopeless become true

¿LIBERTAD DE REACCIÓN?

Las personas no son, se hacen. De igual manera que nacemos sin saber, que nacemos ignorantes de todo, que no sabeMos ni hablar, ni andar y tenemos que aprender a todo ello, las personas más que ser tal o ser cual, vamos haciéndonos. Nos hacemos viendo a los de nuestro alrededor, o al resto, nos hacemos según las circunstancias , las vivencias personales, y nos hacemos con la convivencia, nos hacemos a base de palos, desengaños, frustraciones, decepciones...Somos sobretodo seres psicológicos, llamémoslo "alma" "espiritu", "conciencia" o cada cual a su gusto. Somos ese "ente" que vaga por el mundo, encerrado en un cuerpo que cree tener libertad pero en realidad no la tiene, cómo tampoco la tiene ese "ente", "espiritu","alma" o"conciencia" ¿Acaso alguno de nosotros decidímos reaccionarde uno u otro modo? LLoramos ante desgracias, o dramas; reimos ante chistes; temblamos ante temores... ¿pero, quién llora, rie, o tiembla decidiéndolo previamente? ¿ donde está entonces esa libertad? 

If only I,if only you.

If Only I could speak  to you, if only not scared
 If only you opened your mind, if only moved out thine coldness.
If only you could understand, if  only you asked.
If only my fearless,  if only not your  heartless, your carelessness.
If only you here and I here, if only no walls, if only no distance.