Tierra herida

Dicen que el tiempo borra heridas
Cubre huellas y caminos
Dicen que las décadas secan gajos de memorias
Y que el dolor, por más que duela, el tiempo lo apacigua

Pero hoy, te miro y te desconozco
Cambiaste tu semblante tibio y sereno por un alma corrompida
Hoy te apodan con nombre de pistolas
Y a tus costillas se burlan con frases desconocidas.

Hoy, tú ya no eres lo que eras, lo que viví y antes conocía
Hoy, se han cambiado los campos por cenizas,
Solo se oye la voz de tu llanto quedo y la avaricia
Con la ráfaga del diablo, firman tu desdicha

Hoy ya no eres mi tierra buena, de corazones blancos
Tierra de cocos, loros, domingos de plaza y sonrisas
El ayer parece desvanecer entre memorias confusas
Hoy mi tierra llora, y no es de lluvia, es de una herida

Lo que eras, lo que fuiste, de lo que me enamoré terminó
Y no sé si cantarte un obituario, o un deseo
Pero hoy, te miro y con dolor mi alma llora
Por que hoy, te están matando, mi tierra de palmeras, mi Colima.

Just like blood

What I like, is what I have already seen
I never expected to make it this way, it was life
Am I the one to blame? Perhaps…
But the “who” I am now, is what I chose to be

The mistakes, the shadows…
The shinning victories, the love…
This is all my inheritance to life
The simple verses of my thoughts

When you walk forward, you create
When you create, you unfold
Unfolding my possibilities brought me pain
But the pain made me a man, killing the poet

The poet brought me pleasure
The pleasure brought me freedom
The freedom brought me love
And the love trapped my soul

After the war was fought, I took a moment…
I thought about the battles, the combats
And chose to contemplate my graveyard
Shutting myself down, to alleviate the sorrows

But then I forgot, that as everyone knows,
After every storm, the calm awaits
But I kept my eyes shut, the hope was gone
I left my inspiration locked, inside the rock

And the lights got shut down
The curtains drown
As the flame slowly froze
But my hope, was kept alive…

… And now, it’s time to write.

For T.

Welcome back

The sweet tones of a mellow song
The unexpected words of an unheard poem
The mild smells drifting from the wood
Inside of all that you hide, and in an instant, you’re back

You trap me, you fill my insides with a warm buzz
My nose feels an itch, and my heart shrinks
And without a warning, you take me away
Back to my memories, my roots, my forgotten dreams

It takes just an instant, but you get me back
Reality shifts, and suddenly, I’m gone
The back seat of a compact car, cruising on a cold morning
The family trips, the thrill of a childhood life.

With no more than just my memories, I carry on
What I felt, I feel no more, and I can barely bring it back
What I sensed is now a cloud…
But those notes, words and smells, set me straight

Nostalgia, you! The sneakiest of the senses
The one that reminds us that as long as we have a mind
We will have our past, tattooed to our souls
And in an instant, and without warning, you take us back.

Accidents Happen

The steady sound of breathing in and out grows
There are no labels, no rules, it’s just a moment…
And suddenly, unavoidably, an accidental touch
It sparks the tic-tac of my heart, fast, strong
It simply feels, an instant that has tattooed my soul.

In front is me, my silent thoughts,
Behind is what I made of you, in an instant, in a touch.