Free Love.

I told myself, never again,
love was not the case,
for me. I said "that was
that" and off I went, to
sail the deep blue sea.
I thought to myself,
"that was wonderful,
I've never felt so complete."

I promised myself
to never let another one in;
but here we are. Yes you,
and me. Some call us "mad".
Some think we're crazy
But I like to think they don't know,
what it's like, to be head over heels.

One thing I've learned with age,
is how unfair love can be.
Why must the things we love most,
go ahead and leave us without ease?
I guess it's just how it is.
So glad we can love, so free.

Déjame pensarte.

Déjame pensarte,
una vez mas,
y una ves otra,
y déjame insinuar,
que todo anda bien,
que nada nos va a parar.

Déjame pensarte.
En tus curvas,
en tu sonrisa,
en las veces que tu mirada
choca con la mía.
y déjame sentirte,
cerca, "aquí acurrucadita".

Déjame pensarte;
olvidar los problemas,
enfocarnos en lo bueno,
lo apasionado, y
seguir disfrutando,
sin ningún dilema.

Déjame pensarte,
y piensa tu en mi.
Y cuando te des cuenta,
de lo que hemos creado,
déjate ser feliz.

Eres.

Eres mi sol, mi luna y mis estrellas.

Eres lo que me tiene y me suelta.

Eres aquello que busco sin cesar

pero no he de encontrar

Porque Eres.

Eres esa voz que surge de repente.

Aquel naufragio inerte.

Eres lo que me saca de lo indiferente.

Y no puedo evitar quedarme sonriente.

Eres.

Eres lo que me falta, me complementa.

Eres lo que busco a tientas.

No entiendo como seguiré a cuestas,

Pues seras lo que me menos me convenga.
Eres.

At my Desk Job

It's not easy being creative.
But some of us have to do it.
It's runs through our veins,
this urge to create.
And there's no shame in doing it.

I'd rather spend my life creating
than trying to control this need.
To explore; to see beyond. To be,
uncertain. It ain't easy,
having these words flow,
or the stroke of my brush,
To be born again, in each
tiny creative rush.
I get to create something out of nothing.
I get to feel and breathe, the artistic air.
But I'd rather live with this struggle.
Than sit on your desk, stamping your name
over and over and over again.

And signing your prefix so you feel better about
your sedentary job. Clicking away. Go ahead.
So have your desk, and have your steady income
I'll sit here and watch you regress.
I'd rather stay here and inspire.
And be sure you won't stop this fire.
This is a challenge, to make something beautiful.
out of yourself. Take it.

Me pides

Me pides que no me preocupe
que de ti, nunca dude
y ya verás "como todo fluye".
es que no hay nada que influye,
este amor, es puro, no sufre.

Me pides que este tranquila,
que todo es sabor vainilla.
que no pierda tiempo, no se preocupa
este amor, es puro, una dulzura.

Me pides, tantas cosas más me pides,
y yo aquí sentada sin ofrecerte,
nada, pues solo soy yo la que teme,
no quita que sea yo la que quizás peque.

Al son de "La Vuelta Al mundo" de Calle 13

acelera que el carro de alfrente, no sabe que esta verde. prendete el ciggy, que los guardias estan ardientes, no saben que lo nuestro es fuerte. metele honey, que esto es lo que nos enciende, tu crees que es para siempre, la vida omnipotente. cuidado baby ,la valla esta alfrente. voltea, frena, enciende. despierta que estamos aqui presentes, el de alao fue el que sufrio de este accidente.

Resin Fingertips

Your fingertips are stained with resin.
That's a good way to let people know you were off to no good.
If they knew these resin fingertips are much sweeter than that.
Not only used for packing and flying higher. These are
Solicited, pure and much requested for.

See, these resin fingertips like to cause trouble.
They rile up, faster; go slower.
The turn, fluctuate, and give pleasure.
They show off my credentials and
sometimes make me seem incredible.
These resin stained fingertips can
help you scream louder.
They show off my techniques,
reviews that would make you perspire.

Oh stop it, don't make me feel more flattered.
You're not the only one whose resin fingertips of mine have desired.