Tantra

Take my hand
feel the warm
can you hear the blood
running through my mind
drowning all my thoughts
hunger of desire

Oh take my hand
I don’t even know you
I don’t care about your name
just give me what I told you
help me to forget
what night has taught me
amnesia for the best

‘Cause when the crowd is jumping
nobody sees my face
when the sun is rising slowly
and I have lost my sense
perhaps I’m going under
or just getting insane

Take my hand
while the lights are blinding us
use our bodies to guide the way
the sweat and the salt, they judge us
but at the end everyone is the same
slaves of lust and fire

Oh take my past
and throw it away
you don’t need to know my story
we are here just to slay
this dance floor and your bed
every corner, every threat

‘Cause when the crowd is jumping
nobody sees my face
when the sun is rising slowly
and I have lost my sense
perhaps I’m going under
or just getting insane

‘Cause when the crowd is exploding
you and I have raised hell
our sins are full of glory
so don’t expect me to regret
perhaps I’m going under
or just fully insane

ohhh the night ain’t good
ohhh the night ain’t bad
this darkness is spreading
my intentions of despair
our bodies our salvation
the sweat takes all away
take my hand and my shadow
destroy my innocence

‘Cause when the crowd is jumping
nobody sees my face
when the sun is rising slowly
and I have lost my sense
perhaps I’m going under
or just getting insane
if love is a crime
I declare myself unfair
just want you for an hour
or maybe a little less

ohhh the night ain’t good
ohhh the night ain’t bad

 

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“Tantra Cross” by Unknown artist.

More to Life (Interlude)

Ohhh

the night ain’t good
ohhh
the night ain’t bad
there are no absolutes
I’m no longer afraid
Ohhh
Some just pray to gods
others say goodbye
someone told me to survive
but there’s gotta be more to life
ohhh
Ohhh
the night is good
Ohhh
the night is bad
there is no reason to cry
there’s gotta be more to life
than just waiting for the dead

Roses

We were in the middle of the road
watching at each other throw the past forever
your eyes crossed into mine
surrounded by city lights
I guess I fell in love.
 
We tried to build our castles in the sand
we thought honesty was all we had
I used to love watching you sleep
in the middle of our lies.
 
[Chorus]
 
‘Cause we were roses
so temporary high
we were closer
we saw into each others eyes
we had our garden
now it’s over
every thorn caused so much trouble
when we were roses
into each others hands.
 
(Oh oh ohhhhh, oh oh ohhhh)
 
We were partners in crime
when we kidnapped forbidden time
We had our secrets,
something to hide.
 
We knew our love was poison
with every kiss we made it better
thought it was enough to keep it together
we messed up destiny
into this lovers felony.
 
[Chorus]
 
‘Cause we were roses
so temporary high
we were closer
we saw into each others eyes
we had our garden
now it’s over
every thorn caused so much trouble
when we were roses
into each others hands.
 
[Bridge]
 
Somehow I knew it from the start
this love was never gonna last
like a one-day flower
we were supposed to die.
 
‘Cause we were roses
so temporary high
we were roses
used to believe there was a chance
but we were roses
we were meant to fade apart.
 
‘Cause we were roses
so temporary high
we were closer
we saw into each others withered eyes
we had our garden
now it’s over
every thorn caused so much trouble
when we were roses
into each others hands.
rose-meditative

“Rose Meditative” by Salvador Dalí, 1958.

La ausencia

Busqué la paz
busqué respuestas
en otros brazos hallar la certeza
cocí mis alas
para obligarme a volar
encontré cenizas donde antes
era tu lugar.
 
No quedan sombras
tan siquiera promesas
las palabras se borraron
se esfumó la tristeza
solo queda
la ausencia.
 
A él le faltaba su vista
a mí la inocencia
él ocupaba a la lluvia
y yo una sonrisa honesta
a él le sobraban caricias
a mí me faltabas tú
agonía a contraluz.
 
Y qué más da si no te interesa
el tiempo se encargó
de esclarecer las tinieblas
hasta la fe se me agotó
y en mis maletas empaqué este dolor
me largué unas mil noches
lejos de tu olor
a otra órbita
otra dimensión.
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“Self portrait I”. Autoría propia. 

Resaca

Se me asoma la resaca
restos de una noche extinta
marcas en mi piel que me anuncian
los vestigios del pudor.

Un camino por donde antes
las lágrimas hicieron trillo
se encuentra seco en la piel
muerto de sed.

Y el arrepentimiento llega
en un tren tardío
en la estación equivocada
y con un aire frío.

Porque no,
no se siente
no llega a mi alma
la paciencia
la redención;
no llega a mi alma
el último trago de whisky
el cigarro oscuro
se quema en el lienzo
de mi falta de consciencia
y el viento me trae
el recuerdo de su voz.

Se me asoma una jaqueca
en un domingo sin rostro
leo el destino en mis manos
mientras Blavatsky espera en el rincón.

Sentir el frío, el calor
sentir otras piernas en mi regazo
encadenar a la inocencia por un rato
simplemente no tengo pasado
jamás existió.

magritte-clairvoyant

“Clairvoyant” por René Magritte, 1936.