Yet untitled II

11/22/05
8:30pm

"Like if in a solitary shrine
all this made the author realize
that when in pensive mood or lonesome
his inner thoughts could yet still blossom

Watching the daffodils as one watches
the morning sun, the author received flashes
of bright hope, floating no more as a cloud
but with mere humans with no doubt

Being lonely, he as clouds drifted,
no more since in him the daffodils existed
the remains of those wandering moments
could on him no longer torment

Earlier feeling blisfully ignorant
the author could now boast of arrogance
no longer would he loneliness conceal
but now loneliness with daffodils will he fill

The never ending journey of life
that after death still remains,
its past, present and future will he live
with grace, glory and no claim."

Yet untitled(another song)

11/7/05
1:30pm


"this sunday the light shone
beneath a velvet sky
i wonder what`s next to come
down the corridors of my life?

sat down, poured some thoughts
it`s amazing how words can sound
and if you go, go out now
the journey has just begun


in a glance, the truth is this:
life`s too short not to be admired;
bathe yourself with the morning light
kiss the sun one more time

didn`t learn how to love
now it`s about time
wet your feet with the stars above
or in the neverending sea"

Brillos de vieja gloria

10/25/04
2:00am

*Found it the other day in an old notebook of mine...i don`t know, it kind of doesn`t convince me, i dunno why, post some comments about it so i can know what to change, fix or whatever, cuz i think i`m adding some more lines later, i still don`t know...thx...:)

"Siento que me invita una musa
a cerca de ella pasar
para brindarme el invierno
en bandejas de mar,

La tarde rejuvenece viendo al sol pintar
astros de elocuencia que no pueden callar
mientras el azul de nuestra historia
reclama brillos de vieja gloria"