Habla Mi Corazón - Lemongrass, Skadi

Hola.

Hay alguien ahi?

alguien me esta escuchando?

Cuando no queda escribir ni cuatro renglones

para olvidar de una vez

esa realidad que se ajuste a tu ser

tienes la sed de una voz

el hambre de un sueño

buscas en una cancion

dilubios que apaguen el fuego del sol

y ahora no ves la logica al tiempo

hondo es el mar

ancho el desierto

hueca la luz

frio el silencio

triste el sinfin

de tu pensamiento

ohhh.

tu toalla esta en el suelo

has abandonado el suelo

y ahora el filo de tu fuerza

brilla aun entre tu sangre

pero no hallas las vehemencia

para asirla y levantarte.

Dejo mi corazon

sobre tu almohada pegado a tu llanto

y te digo levanta y recoge tus huesos del suelo

que aun no hemos perdido

aunque locos y solos vaguemos

y todos los otros tan cuerdos no encuentren sentido

a seguir batallando en pos de otro destino

y con blancas banderas se den por vencidos

si tras las esquinas la muerte espera a tu espiritu infausto y errante

quisas disernieras que crees importante

y por contra que sientes como irrelevante

y lo dice un ingenuo que ha estado a diez metros

de ser sumergido en el hades eterno

y en ultima instancia la paz carroñera del cosmos rural

se dio tolerancia en su cuerpo aplastado en la roca tenaz.

Toma el timon otra vez y reta a lo mares

comp reto a Poseidon,

Ulises en medio del mar sin temor

sigue intentando encontrar el valle encantando

pues toda inviabilidad.

es fruto dejar por la borda el afan

Hace un lugar perdido en el tiempo…

perdido en la luz

perdido y eterno

OHhhh.

o como dijo el poeta

al hueco sin luz de una escalera

mira el filo de tu fuerza

Es un virus en la sangre

un contagio de vehemencia

que no admite doblegarse.

Dejo mi corazon

sobre tu almohada pegado a tu llanto

y te digo levanta y recoge tus huesos del suelo

que aun no hemos perdido

aunque locos y solos vaguemos

y todos los otros tan cuerdos no encuentren sentido

a seguir batallando en pos de otro destino

y con blancas banderas se den por vencidos

si tras las esquinas la muerte espera a tu espiritu infausto y errante

quisas disernieras que crees importante

y por contra que sientes como irrelevante

y lo dice un ingenuo que ha estado a diez metros

de ser sumergido en el hades eterno

y en ultima instancia la paz carroñera del cosmos rural

se dio tolerancia en su cuerpo aplastado en la roca tenaz.

Hello.

Anyone there?

is anyone listening to me?

When there are not even four lines left to write

to forget once

that reality that adjusts to your being

you thirst for a voice

the hunger of a dream

you search in a song

deluges that extinguish the fire of the sun

and now you don't see the logic at the time

deep is the sea

wide the desert

hollow the light

cold the silence

sad the endless

of your thought

ohhh.

your towel is on the floor

you have left the ground

and now the edge of your strength

shines even in your blood

but you do not find the vehemence

to grab it and get up.

I leave my heart

on your pillow attached to your tears

And I tell you get up and pick your bones off the ground

that we haven't lost yet

even if we wander alone and crazy

and all the others so sane make no sense

to continue battling in pursuit of another destiny

and with white flags give up

if behind the corners death waits for your unlucky and wandering spirit

Would you like to discover what you think is important?

and against what you feel as irrelevant

and it is said by a naive person who has been ten meters away

from being plunged into eternal hades

and ultimately the scavenging peace of the rural cosmos

he eased into her body of him crushed into the tenacious rock.

Take the helm again and challenge the seas

comp challenge to Poseidon,

Ulysses in the middle of the sea without fear

he keeps trying to find the valley enchanting

So all infeasibility.

it is fruit to leave the desire overboard

It makes a place lost in time…

lost in the light

lost and eternal

ohhhh.

or as the poet said

to the lightless hole of a staircase

see the edge of your strength

It is a virus in the blood

a contagion of vehemence

that does not admit bending.

I leave my heart

on your pillow attached to your tears

And I tell you get up and pick your bones off the ground

that we haven't lost yet

even if we wander alone and crazy

and all the others so sane make no sense

to continue battling in pursuit of another destiny

and with white flags give up

if behind the corners death waits for your unlucky and wandering spirit

Would you like to discover what you think is important?

and against what you feel as irrelevant

and it is said by a naive person who has been ten meters away

from being plunged into eternal hades

and ultimately the scavenging peace of the rural cosmos

tolerance was given in his body of him crushed on the tenacious rock.