山下智久

English Lyrics:

Actually I have sensed it

The reason why you looked down without speaking

It's all because of the "Goodbye" which you could not say out

Our shadows on the road

Are getting closer and closer, almost overlapping

But why are our hearts growing apart

Facing the you who have found someone new

I couldn't find reasons to hold you back

Why the goodbye

Why the ending

You said these were lies

Even though you've said that

The hands which had let go were getting cold

We are becoming strangers

Why the apologies

Please don't cry

'Cause that would lead me to hold you tight again

Among the layers of memories

Before they turned into painful moments

Let us smile and say goodbye

I can get by on my own

The first time I lied

Hoping to stop your tears

This is really an important matter

Actually I didn't feel like saying

Even though I knew it didn't really matter

I'm the one who wish that you'd find happiness the most

Even if I'm just pretending to be strong

I still wish to thank you who are far away

Even if we break apart

Even if there's regrets

They are still proofs of our encounter

Because it's you

Therefore I always feel that

Our memory is irreplaceable

In order to forget

To get it away from the chest

The seasons which we have passed together

Moving on to the new future

Behind your back

I would like to smile and say the last goodbye 

I’ll laugh and if I can enjoy the distance between us, despite it all, it’ll be fine.

Lo que siento por ti

Lo que siento por ti es tan difícil.
No es de rosas abriéndose en el aire,
es de rosas abriéndose en el agua.

Lo que siento por ti. Esto que rueda
o se quiebra con tantos gestos tuyos
o que con tus palabras despedazas
y que luego incorporas en un gesto
y me invade en las horas amarillas
y me deja una dulce sed doblada.

Lo que siento por ti, tan doloroso
como pobre luz de las estrellas
que llega dolorida y fatigada.

Lo que siento por ti, y que sin embargo
anda tanto que a veces no te llega. 

 Idea Vilariño

La Paloma

Se equivocó la paloma,

se equivocaba

Por ir al norte fue al sur,

creyó que el trigo era el agua.

Creyó que el mar era el cielo

que la noche la mañana.

Que las estrellas rocío,

que la calor la nevada.

Que tu falda era tu blusa,

que tu corazón su casa.

(Ella se durmió en la orilla,

tú en la cumbre de una rama.)

   -Rafael Alberti

Thank you

"The Lord replied: "Don't say,'I'm too young', for you must go wherever I send you and say whatever I tell you. And don't be afraid of the people, for I will be with you and will protect you. I, the Lord have spoken!" Jeremiah 1.7-8 (NLT)

Table for One

A ese hombre

Pienso en ese hombre que besa como si el mar fuera a
desbordarse, que siembra su sonrisa en mi piel con la altivez de
la espiga, que dibuja mi soledad sobre la niebla.
Pienso en ese hombre, dócil a mis ojos, fiel, pleno, íntegro.
En su vuelo humedecido sin tiempo y sin espacio.
Como primavera sobre el trigo del otoño.
Pienso en ese hombre que inventa soles, aguas de seda al tacto
y una verdad sencilla para amarme.
Ese hombre cierto, inconstante, mío.
En el callado temblor de sus latidos, en sus ojos de oscuros
desafíos.
Pienso en ese hombre que me espera con dulce arrobamiento.
En su cabello de trigo que me inunda en un pleamar de pétalos y
trinos.
Ese hombre:
Sol salvaje, río de música y silencio, pájaro en el alba.
Pienso en ese hombre y hay aroma en la música y color en el
aroma, claveles recién abiertos y flores niveas en mis sueños.

Yanira Soundy

Fotografia - Yiruma

Implacable

Y te di el olor
de todas mis dalias y nardos en flor.


Y te di el tesoro,
de las ondas minas de mis sueños de oro.


Y te di la miel,
del panal moreno que finge mi piel.


¡Y todo te di!
Y como una fuente generosa y viva para tu alma fui.


¡Y tú, dios de piedra
entre cuyas manos ni la yedra medra;


y tú, dios de hierro,
ante cuyas plantas velé como un perro,


desdeñaste el oro, la miel y el olor.
¡ Y ahora retornas, mendigo de amor,


a buscar las dalias, a implorar el oro,
a pedir de nuevo todo aquel tesoro!


Oye, pordiosero:
ahora que tú quieres es que yo no quiero.


Si el rosal florece,
es ya para otro que en capullos crece.


Vete, dios de piedra,
sin fuentes, sin dalias, sin mieles, sin yedra,
igual que una estatua,
a quien Dios bajara del plinto, por fatua.


¡Vete, dios de hierro,
que junto a otras plantas se ha tendido el perro!

Juana de Ibarbourou

Volvere a mentir

Best of you

I've got another confession to make
I'm your fool
Everyone's got their chains to break
Holdin' you

Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh...

Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...

Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love you'd die to heal
The hope that starts the broken hearts
You trust, you must
Confess

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

I've got another confession my friend
I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new

Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh... 

Picasso

Blue Nude (1902), Pablo Picasso

 

 

Amor mio

Hay un modo de que me hagas completamente feliz, amor mío: muérete.

-Jaime Sabines

Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

   -E.E Cummings             

Entre remolinos

"fuimos casi un muro casi viento casi sal
fuimos casi nada y todo de una sola vez
todo de una sola vez
....

y nos quedamos ahi como bordando el dolor
como sacando del mar el rostro para llorar
y nos quedamos ahi con la certeza de estar
enrededados entre remolinos y su amor"

Eight Times Eight

I’m really tired of the notions of you, 

of finding you in the corners of my heart, 

of my mind.

Tired of the way you keep coming back to my thoughts,

of believing that you are still mine,

that you still wait for me,

that your counting the days to see me, 

that you are waiting for my call, 

I’m tired of you, 

of your memory, is too vivid 

What did you do?

were you really that great?

was your smile really that bright?

or is my memory playing tricks on me?.

I don’t want to hear you anymore,

I don’t want to see you in the corners anymore,

I don’t want to anymore,

I know you are not real, 

that I’ve have made you up, and yet 

nothing sounds as sweet as your name,

nothing seems as bright as your smile,

nothing is as real as your lies.

I grabbed on to them and made them 

the foundation of us, excuse me, of you and me 

because we were never us, right?

and yet again, I’m last to know.

Nia

Mild Storm

Mild Storm by Leonidaf Fremov

When the love falls

No seria a ti

I'm grateful

Meeting you,
Being able to stroke your hair
Meeting you,
Bein able to breathe looking at each other
Holding you
I can rest in your arms and cry,
whenever i'm weary .


Im glad
Such a beautiful world like you
were here by my side.
Even in the stormy wind,
and under the shabby roof
The feeling that I'm not alone
Living day by day wearily
finding it hard to survive
Thinking that this is not a
meaningless existence
Because you were always here
by my side,protecting me.


Meeting you,
Being able to cook the meal
that i can share with you.
Meeting you,
And being able to hold your sore hands.
Holding you,
i am able to do things i couldnt do


Im glad
Such a beautiful world like you
were here by my side.
Even in the stormy wind,
and under the shabby roof
The feeling that I'm not alone
Living day by day wearily
finding it hard to survive
Thinking that this is not a
meaningless existence
Because you were always here
by my side,protecting me.


Meeting you,
Being able to stroke your hair

what am i to you (?)

Se dejaba llevar

Overcoming inertia: beginning

      Everything starts at the beginning be it stories or journeys of thousands of miles they  start when we set our minds and bodies in motion. This is where it gets complicated for me, don’t know why but getting started has always been my “Achilles heel” if you may. I have an active mind/imagination that not always makes it to a palpable medium. I want to blame it on my procrastination problem, oh procrastination c’ est magnifique! Well that’s a lie my friends! procrastination is good until is not good anymore (huh!?!) I always find myself rushing to meet deadlines whether is homework or appointments or whatever, trust me it sucks to be “against the clock” all the time, not only that I am also very prone to inertia or to be inactive but as I have become more aware of this tendencies of mine the least I like them. So I decided to overcome them! Easier said than done? well yes, but my mind is set.