Dammit

It's alright to tell me what you think about me
I won't try to argue or hold it against you
I know that you're leaving you must have your reasons
The season is calling your pictures are falling down
The steps that I retrace the sad look on your face
The timing and structure did you hear he fucked her
A day late a buck short I'm writing the report
On losing and failing when I move I'm flailing now
And It's happened once again I'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands sees through the master plan
But everybody's gone and I've been here for too long
To face this on my own well I guess this is growing up
And maybe I'll see you at a movie sneak preview
You'll show up and walk by on the arm of that guy
And I'll smile and you'll wave we'll pretend it's okay
The charade it won't last when he's gone I wont come back
And it'll happen once again you'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands sees through the master plan
But everybody's gone and you've been there for too long
To face this on your own well I guess this is growing up

On the run

I'm looking for a way
To calm these voices in my head
With all this mad confusion
I don't wanna leave this bed
I'm on the run
I'm on the run again
And I don't know which way is left
And there's no point in not being right
So I'll hold my breath till the morning
Till I see the light

I'm on the run
I'm on the run again
From me

I'm drowning in these feelings
And it's scaring me to death
Staring at the ceiling
So many things I could have said

And I don't know which way is left
And there's no point in not being right
So I'll hold my breath till the morning
Till I see the light

So many time
So many signs
You're out there waiting
I should have known
You're out there waiting

And I don't know which way is left
And there's no point in not being right
So I'll hold my breath till the morning
Till I see the light

I'm on the run
I'm on the run again
From me

I Won't Be Lost

Fallen three times in a row
Waking up with vertigo
But you were there to break my fall
Before I had to face it all

Don't let me go
Don't let me go
Cause I wouldn't wanna move on
Without you

I won't be lost
Next time you see me
My pain will be gone
Baby believe me I been trying
But my heart keeps on breaking
I won't be lost

Smiling like a billionaire
Hoping you were unaware
The walls inside were caving in
My world had come apart again

Don't let me it show
Don't let them know
That I wouldn't be very strong
Without you

I won't be lost
Next time you see me
My pain will be gone
Baby believe me I been trying
But my heart keeps on breaking
I won't be lost

Don't you give up on me
Cause I wouldn't be very strong
And I wouldn't wanna move on
Without you

I won't be lost
Next time you see me
My pain will be gone

Baby believe me
I been trying but my heart keeps on breaking
I won't be lost

I won't be lost

Este es el fin del Cristo abandonado.

Este es el fin del Cristo abandonado,
el fin de la lanzada, el clavo y el vinagre,
el nunca más de la Resurrección,
el siempre de la muerte en el Sepulcro,
el fin del pan que multiplica
la sangre, el fin del buen ladrón y Magdalena,
el fin del hombre Lázaro sin muerte.
Este es el fin del traidor en Judas,
del cobarde en tu Juan,
el fin de la ramera perdonada,
la huida en mercader y a latigazos,
el balbucear del rico que entra al cielo
cada cien mil años, y el sisear del pobre
descoyuntado a huesos por el rico.
Esta es la fuga a noches en el asno,
el apagarse de la estrella,
el reventar de los belenes, el estallido
de la pregunta que no dice
José de Arimatea.
Este es el fin
del centurión y de los lirios
del campo (mirad los lirios del campo, y Salomón con toda
su gloria no pudo alimentarlos).
Este es el fin: buscadme ahora,
decidme ahora que no sea
el fin de la Palabra
(en el principio la Palabra, en el principio
las tinieblas que jamás,
se van), y el río que a los mares
se va, según el Cristo, y el Cristo no regresa:
se va, se fue: lo dejo escrito
a ver si no es el fin, a ver si en esta noche
Tú no me has abandonado.

Ojos primitivos

En donde el miedo no cuenta cuentos y poemas, no forma figuras de terror y de gloria.

Vacío gris es mi nombre, mi pronombre.

Conozco la gama de los miedos y ese comenzar a cantar despacito en el desfiladero que reconduce hacia mi desconocida que soy, mi emigrante de sí.

Escribo contra el miedo. Contra el viento con garras que se aloja en mi respiración.

Y cuando por la mañana temes encontrarte muerta (y que no hayamás imágenes): el silencio de la comprensión, el silencio del mero estar, en esto se van los años, en esto se fue la bella alegría animal.

Cantora nocturna

La que murió de su vestido azul está cantando. Canta imbuida de muerte al sol de su ebriedad. Adentro de su canción hay un vestido azul, hay un caballo blanco, hay un corazón verde tatuado con los ecos de los latidos de su corazón muerto. Expuesta a todas las perdiciones, ella canta junto a una niña extraviada que es ella: su amuleto de la buena suerte. Y a pesar de la niebla verde en los labios y del frío gris en los ojos, su voz corroe la distancia que se abre entre la sed y la mano que busca el vaso. Ella canta.

All out of love

I'm lying alone with my head on the phone
Thinking of you till it hurts
I know you hurt too but what else can we do
Tormented and torn apart
I wish I could carry your smile and my heart
For times when my life feels so low
It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring
When today doesn't really know, doesn't really know

I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I'm all out of love, what am I without you
I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong

I want you to come back and carry me home
Away from this long lonely nights
I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too
Does the feeling seem oh so right
And what would you say if I called on you now
And said that I can't hold on
There's no easy way, it gets harder each day
Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone

Oh, what are you thinking of?
What are you thinking of?
Oh, what are you thinking of?
What are you thinking of?