Fire Song / Love Song IX

I maybe have a little fear
that I'll smother you with my love.
The fire goes quickly out of control.
It wants to reach the sky.

Is leaning itself to the sea.
It kinda wants to die.
But not in how you cease to exist,
but to persist in afterlife.

Not everyone can bare the heat.
I sadly learned myself.
Will you stay the whole night with me?
Don't want to be alone with the stars.

I only intend to warm your hands,
to blush your face, light up your eyes.
Is it enough to keep me alive?
Is it too much?

Won't you take me to your house?
Get sleepy by my side.
Wrap me in the clothes of home,
and I'll ward off the night.

My eyes / Love Song VIII

I've got the look
I never got.

I've got the look of shame
and love.

Those are my eyes,
the ones that shock.
The two arrows that hit
the spot.
Shooting stars across.

I've got the look
you never got.
I've got the look they sing about.
These are my eyes,
the ones that knock.
The two steps prior to
open the door.
And let the wind go through.

She's got the look.
What in the world
could make a dust-eyed girl turn gold?
I said to her
"you're not alone.
Not anymore".

Moth Song / Dusk Song III

Remember you,
remember you,
seeker of light.

The setting sun shines.

Will you remember it
throughout the nights?

There will be plenty
but only I will
stay in those times.

With every ghost that chimes
hidden in the old house
upon the hill.

All of your powder flies
leaping off the ground
for your only eyes to see.

I will glitter as long as they require.
As long, long as you will live.

Remember you,
tonight,
remember me.

Moonshine

In these days
I'm so afraid to say,
I'm so ashamed to say.
Should I disobey,
should I?

Would you ask me why?
Why not?
Why wouldn't I?

Such a lovely light today
up the night sky.
Satellites are passing by.
Should I disobey,
should I?

Perdón

Ojalá poder barrer la herida que abrí en tu suelo
como son despejadas las hojitas por el viento;
apenas rozando de puntillas las baldosas con su crujiente cuerpo,
silbando como un sonajero.

Ojalá poder soplar la candela de tu celo;
que con tan poquito aliento diese paz a los objetos
fuera del espectro.
Pues sé bien del continuo terremoto que agita nuestros huesos,
y de las manos que calman sobre el pecho.
Y sepa, por ello, cada guardián del infierno
que me arrepiento.

Ojalá tú pudieras verlo con la certeza de ellos.
Mi mismo corazón rajé en el momento
que me olvidé de ti.
Si he de elegir una excusa:
nunca pude dormir.

Y las noches son tan largas.
Para mí.
Para ti.

Ojalá poder ser el oasis que te resarce en el desierto, en vez de la arena misma que arde bajo tus pies.
Ser quien repica las campanitas colgadas de tu techo cuando abres la ventana,
sonarte así de bien.

Ojalá como esa misma brisa recorrer
la hendidura en mí,
y en tu ser refrescar el incendio.
Y en la casa en ruinas que fueras después
plantar miles de semillitas corriendo...

¿Cómo podría yo sanar lo que mismo yo dañé?
Quizás no puedo...
Seguro que no puedo.
Pero si lo que creo de los dioses es cierto,
entonces solo tú puedes juzgarme.
Solo tú en misericordia me abrirás la puerta al Cielo.