Fuego Cruzado
Crossfire
Not a single hit.
Yet, we all lay, wounded.
I tend to those who shot me,
Neglect the ones I could heal.
Do we ever choose
Or do we just feel?
Poemas/Poetry
Crossfire
Not a single hit.
Yet, we all lay, wounded.
I tend to those who shot me,
Neglect the ones I could heal.
Do we ever choose
Or do we just feel?
Fuego Cruzado
Crossfire
Not a single hit.
Yet, we all lay, wounded.
I tend to those who shot me,
Neglect the ones I could heal.
Do we ever choose
Or do we just feel?
Connection
Connection
The watches stop,
They cease to walk
And freeze instead to watch us talk.
Weve rendered them a useless prop.
Theres no ticking,
Cause our minds keep clicking,
And gone is all the noise,
Vanished by your voice.
I stand before this cliff
Aware that I could fly,
But cant help to think: What if
This flood of air runs dry?
Ive caught a glimpse of a gigantic well,
Got a taste of an unquenchable thirst.
Will you let me drink?
Will I dare take another sip?
Atmósfera Cero
Estás a un metro de distancia, Mi corazón derrocha decibelios,
Pero jamás lo oíras.
Este huracán se para en seco por falta de aire.
Sin aire no hay sonido.
Atmósfera cero.