Saber partir

Suéltame ya
te pido por favor
que no vuelvas más
mi maleta lista está
y ya no hay marcha atrás
nunca pensaste que fuera yo
quien pondría el punto final
sin mucho qué decir
esta historia ha de acabar
es tiempo de partir
déjame olvidar.
 
Si fuiste tú quien quiso renunciar
por qué venir ahora a recordar
el daño hecho está
y nada volverá a comenzar
ya lo decidiste tú
debemos avanzar.
 
Y si yo me voy
y si tú te vas
y si nuestras miradas
jamás se vuelven a encontrar
será lo más sano para los dos
será que así se anule el dolor
de no tenerte aquí
de tener que decir adiós.
 
Y si no hay nada más
si la lluvia no cesa
y no volvemos jamás
a tener las respuestas
a este trágico final
que con sangre he de firmar
vete por favor
déjame solo
que no te guardo rencor
pero tu voz es algo
que no quiero recordar.
begone

“Be gone”. Fotografía propia. 

Goodbye New York

I’ll pack a bit later
let me enjoy leaves as they fall
as Norah cries on the radio
while she sings a sad song
Manhattan will be waiting for me, I know
and this letters will remain on the floor
autumn will be here again, I know
but you… you won’t.
 
[Chorus A]
 
So goodbye New York
bye bye my love
old streets and new hopes
maybe one day you will know
that I miss you so
specially in the nights of snow
when you’re laying next to someone.
 
My tea’s getting colder
maybe I left a window open
so the wind will be my company
since the cat ran away last week
stories will be written, I know
and my name will be in some corridor
I’ll think of you in each airport
but you… you won’t think of me anymore.
 
[Chorus A]
 
So goodbye New York
bye bye my love
old streets and new hopes
maybe one day you will know
that I miss you so
specially in the nights of snow
when you’re laying next to someone.
 
[Chorus B]
 
So goodbye New York
bye bye to the ones I know
save a hug for my return
maybe we will laugh at this song
so everyone can actually know
that I still miss you so
specially in the nights of snow
even when I’m laying next to someone.
unknown

“Lights in Staten Island where I wrote this song”. Fotografía propia. 

The Other Man

I’m scared I must admit
my body shakes
my mind is blurry
my eyes can say the honest truth
and I’m not even ready
not over you.
 
I’m scared I must admit
my hands revolving
my heart is jumping
don’t know what to do or what to say
just by seeing you there
my world will fade.
 
[Chorus A]
 
And I’m not trying to impress you
or to even say that I’m ok
I’m just trying to make it simple
a white flag to start again
as friends or strangers
our story will remain
without the sight of others
in the deepest of ourselves.
 
I’m afraid to even touch you
you were once my shelter
my secret threat
now that you’re just too far away
I’m a lonely walker
you’re an empty cave.
 
I’m afraid of my decisions
the steps I took went far away
regret is not an issue
that doesn’t mean I choose the best
mistakes may be my common race
losing or winning, don’t know it yet.
 
[Chorus B]
 
And I’m not trying to forgive you
or to even show that I’m ok
I’m just trying not to feel guilty
a white flag to quit the game
as foes or strangers
our story will hurt again
if we insist to play the cover
of that song kept in our shells.
 
[Bridge]
 
Oh and I thought you were going to be there
waiting for me, waiting just to say
goodbye once and for all
to sign the final chapter and burn the book
but no, you did not came
so I guess this is it
nice to meet you and walk away.
 
[Chorus C]
 
And I’m not trying to believe you
or to even think that you’re ok
I’m just trying to clean this mess
a crime scene where love is dead
as victims or offenders
our treachery will be paid
you as the coward who ran
me as the other man.
hat

“Dick’s Hat” by Trina. 2012.

Dejar la luz entrar

Tumbado a la orilla
de otra duda sin explicar
mirando hacia arriba
como quien busca sonrisas
como quien ve en el cielo
su reflejo volar.

Saluda la brisa
una luna vecina
asoma su aroma
para poder conquistar
mi luz y su prisa
mi sincera obscuridad.

Deja que entre
déjala tocar
que de ella también dependen
las sombras del hogar,
coexisten infieles
tejiendo en sus redes
la sucia verdad
aquella que descubrí un viernes
en el impulcro bar
donde decidiste tus manos
por fin enseñar.

Dejar la luz entrar
que entre las ramas se cuele
la paz de saberte
desnudo en mi frente
para por primera vez verte
en tus rodillas temblar
temeroso de ti mismo
apaciguado, solo un niño
inmerso y absuelto
en tu propia obscuridad.

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“Dejar la luz entrar”, autoría propia.