palabras escritas otro martes

"¿En qué lejano mundo habitan las palabras?

Las palabras que no necesitan sonidos, que no precisan ser leídas.

Esas palabras que se entrelazan con las miradas y caminan bajo las sombras de los trenes.

La palabra que no tiene forma ni dueño, la libre y viajera, la que eriza mi piel cuando la siento…"

Acróbata del Vacío - 23 de noviembre de 2010

russian red - a hat

The point is still the silence of your voice

I listen to you more, I listen to you hiding far from the crowd,

in the middle of the cold.

The point is still the silence of your words,

I listen to you more, I listen to you crawling right from the door,

you don't even make a noise.

Take for the falling rain a hat.

Find another story to be told to your ears at night.

I pray everynight, I was never this scared before,

I wonder where the dark keeps you awake for someone new.

Time is a friend of mine, but we always get into a fight

whenever your name is brought up, even for good.

Take for the falling rain a hat.

Find another story to be told to your ears at night.