Soneto Espiritual - Sweet Pain

Si de niño percibia cometas como anclas de viento

Y ahora como pájaros muertos que siguen fluyendo

En pos del filo hilo que ese niño sigue sosteniendo

Porque aún sigue vivo en algún rincón de mis adentros

Rompiendo el molde en que no supe comprimirme

La semilla que germinó bajo el eclipse

Cuando lo mismo que te libera es lo que te aflige

Vivo encerrao' en la celda de los barrotes flexibles

Tú te volviste tan yo y yo me volví tan tú

Que tuvimos que alejarnos para dejarnos ser

Caló tan hondo que llevo el corazón de doble fondo

Y ahora cabe otro cuerpo entre la espada y la pared

Será que me siento como un ciego sin tacto al palparme

El castillo de arena en la copa del árbol flotante

Tuve que descomponerme

Para poder sintetizarme y aprendí a quererme por amor al arte

Ya no hay contraste si se atora

Dualidad de onda y corpúsculo que hasta lo firme se evapora

Porque no hay mayor prisión que la ignorancia ni mayor

Sensación de libertad que aquel que elige lo que ignora

Postra equilibrio meditando en el altar

Relleno los siete mantras en este plano mental

Llevo mi música a otro estado elemental

Pinto cuadros por escrito, esto es Neo-plasticismo musical

El perro no huele al gato estando encerrado

Por eso el hecho de ser preso nos ha librado

Dedicado al nacional que se lo llevó incautado

Que luego su hija bien que me lo pilla cinco el gramo

Eran tiempos malos, no hablemos de eso

Que salí invicto pero no ileso

El amor a la soledad hizo sentirse libre al preso y el

Peso de la eternidad a los dioses ansiar ser de carne y hueso

Por eso no vuelvo y a cada paso me crezco

Haciéndome sentir más denso como el viento en callejones

Lo que siento es tan difícil de entender que arranco un

Trozo de alma y lo plasmo eterno en cada mente que me oye

If as a child I perceived kites as wind anchors

And now like dead birds that keep flowing

In pursuit of the thread that that child continues to hold

Because he is still alive in some corner of my insides

Breaking the mold in which I did not know how to compress myself

The seed that germinated under the eclipse

When the same thing that frees you is what afflicts you

I live locked up in the cell with the flexible bars

You became so me and I became so you

That we had to walk away to let ourselves be

It went so deep that I have a double bottom heart

And now another body fits between a rock and a hard place

Could it be that I feel like a tactless blind man when he touches me

The sandcastle on the top of the floating tree

I had to break down

To be able to synthesize myself and I learned to love myself for the love of art

There is no contrast anymore if you get stuck

Duality of wave and corpuscle that even what is firm evaporates

Because there is no greater prison than ignorance nor greater

Feeling of freedom that he who chooses what he ignores

Prostrate balance meditating on the altar

I fill the seven mantras in this mental plane

I take my music to another elemental state

I paint pictures in writing, this is Musical Neo-Plasticism

The dog does not smell the cat when locked up

That is why the fact of being a prisoner has freed us

Dedicated to the national who took it seized

That later his daughter of him well that I get five a gram

Those were bad times, let's not talk about it

That I came out undefeated but not unscathed

The love of solitude made the prisoner feel free and the

Weight of eternity to the gods yearn to be flesh and blood

That's why I don't come back and with each step I grow

Making me feel denser like the wind in back alleys

What I feel is so hard to understand that I start a

Piece of soul and I imprint it eternally in each mind that hears me