start packing
my desire in small packages
move it in my mothers attic
my thoughts
my fantasy, build up emotion and all the goodbye said and all left unsaid
put them into a big box. Put a red tape on it and write with big letters. Important to remember.
I need to come back from the holes of hope.
en mis cadenas vive la musica
el baile y la passion que algun dias traigo en mi vida
en mis manos vive el amor
para el arte
en mis ojos la rebellion de mi sangre
de mis padres y de mis abuelos
la locura que viene cuando tu unica necesidad es sobrevivir la injusticia de todo los dias.
Mis cadenas baillan el baille que nunca se muere, el baille de los viejos y los jovenes
el baille que sabe desnodar el pasado.
Mis cadenas solo saben vivir y sobrevivir.
I organized a match on your body
it was a color match rainbow, a sword made out of words and a silence fist
my hands runned over the rainbow
my nails scratched its surface and it felt like clowds, jelly and wine.
the fight will take a long time.
in the end
there is only experience
to live or live without.
