My Illustration Desk

Los trazos y el tiempo se hacen uno, como resultado tengo líneas y según mi estado color, los que sólo a veces, a algunos pocos, dejo mirar. My lines, in freehand and the time becomes one, as a result, stripes, consulting my mood the color comes, and once in a while, to a few other, allow to watch.

Sunday, May 08, 2005

The Sound of Goodbye

Every face I see is cold as ice
everything I touch is pale
Ever since I lost imagination
Like a stream that flows into the sea
I am lost for all eternity
Ever since you took your love away from me
Sometimes the sound of goodbye
Is louder than any drumbeat
Now it's far, but close
in my mind there's only hope
(not 4 u - just to love)
in my heart
there's just
more to give
it's not my time
it's not your time
there's no time
cuz life
don't stop
and if you give up
life goes on
red was my green eye
(my brain was too)
now green of hope again
I have no chance
I need to go down
to smell earth's feet
their blood to know how
to clean my body and soul
rebirth
I cannot cry
I need to see how the flames rise
there's no blame
I will beg for more
Cuz there's no way out
that's my road
and I will walk
and then we will flow.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

A veces, no estamos tan solos como parece...

4:49 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

No suelo leer poesía, pero The Sound of Goodbye provoca ser releida, por su misma naturaleza cíclica y fuerza, que la hace sincera. Me transmite resignación y esperanza a la vez. Al igual que Juncal, quiero obligarme a pensar que el fin lleva a otro inicio.
Me identifico con TSOG pues el momento en el que más siento cuan intensa fue la relación es cuando ésta ya terminó y sólo nos queda recordar...

6:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's me on the Sound of goodbye

6:20 AM  

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