me voy

adios
me voy
por que
no se
se cansan mis ojos
y mi alma
ya no pueden mas

adios
me voy
me veras otra vez
talvez
muy pronto
o talvez no vuelva mas

adios
me voy
no
no te molestes en decir adios
por que ni cuenta te as dado
ase tiempo
que ya no estoy
aqui

HAIR

They all thought it was about the hair

she is going to cry
when she sees no hair
she is going to panic when its all gone

what will she look like
how will she cope
with no hair

i said cone head
they say stop that
i say Powder
they say don't say that

they thought it was about the hair
when I refused to see the mirror
they forgot
I had no breast
it was not the hair I miss
its not the hard rocks on my chest
that hurt

it is not the overwhelness of chemotherapy and nausea
that makes me sick

it is you
you think it is all about the hair

it is about what you do not dare to ask

who am I now

do you see me
i am still here
no do not feed me that
no I did not forget my medicine
oh gosh
no my head is not cold

no do not be sorry
that kid is starring at my bald head

do not ask me to stop that
you stop

i am not dead
i am here
yet you have moved on
as if I died

it is not about loosing my hair
it was always about loosing me
learning to live
after dying

it was about learning to
see
what I had lost
learning to understand
cancer was not a zodiac sign
it came
it took
yes I see
I am alive
but who am I
do you see
now I have hair
what is all this now
tell me
 who is this now
here
do you see
it is still not about the hair

DAYS LIKE THIS

The clouds dance in silence
they refuse to hide away
acknowledge them
they are here  to stay

they make way to the storm
and the trees parade around their birthed wind

the sun gave up
their fight
they have won
he gave up
no more war

maybe in their make up
the sun will shine
not today

days like this
ironically
there are a few songs
in the air
the birds sing
i feel its a melody
perhaps its just
awareness
the storm is soon to come

days like this
no gain
just pain

quien escucha

EL SILIENCIO

QUIEN SABE

LO QUE SIENTO

SIN DECIRLO

QUIEN ENTIENDE MI MIRADA

EL VACIO EN MIS OJOS

QUIEN ESCUCHA MI SILENCIO

QUIEN COMPARTE

EL DON DE NO DECIR NADA

QUIEN ESCUCHA

not a place

not a place
not a thing
not a person

one person
that one in the mirror

tht place no one sees
that thing no one can fix


its just a misery
not obtained
its just
that one feeling
no words can describe
its that one sickness
no medecine can cure

Seguir

Lluvia

siguen preguntatndo

dia nublado

el frio te sorprende

sin aviso

te congela

 

preguntan

tienes frio

los ojos

marcados de insomnio

rasgos de lagrimas

preguntan

que el viento seca tu cara

tu piel se arisa

y tus ojos

adormesidos

y te incade el silencio

y todos preguntan

sladra el sol 

respira

sigue

preguntan

que tienen tus huesos

lamento el duelo

preguntan

lo obvio

seguir

como

seguir

si solo quiero dormir

un viaje

se prepara
para volar
en un viaje
con retorno a la realidad

aterrisa
un poco tarde
se linpia el sueño de los ojos
y mira
esta ciudad
tan familiar
toso esta
esactamente dond lo dejo
el mismo aroma
el mismo sol
la misma gente
pero falt algo
sobra algo
y ese algo
es ...
lausencia
que no dejo
el vacio que ose quedo ayi
falta ella
por que mientrs todo esta igual
ella ya no
no es la misma
todo cambio
cambio ella
y su alma
se quedo perdida