Thunder seeks haven

(Picture by Florian Ritter) 

Sometimes,

the guitar sets fire to

the memories and the future.

You just have to burn in the present.

Sometimes

hit your crown of remorse

against the crust of innocent skin.

You just have to hear the rustling in the thunder.

Sometimes

pain plays as an alarm clock,

by an ancient custom.

You have only the distribution of dream.

Sometimes

yearning is an accelerator of regrets,

magic also naked.

You just have to feel the fury of the great pictures.

Sometimes

ghosts hurtful statements they make,

but remember the art of reality.

You just have the private garden of your desolation.

Sometimes,

you need not believe in anything

and the absurd increases night.

You just have your fly of old young man.

Sometimes, small details are saving your emotion,

and stroking the elegance of living inflamed

You just have to beat a center of serenity.

Some channels also of hope.

La delicadeza (The delicacy)

El destino es una embestida con los ojos ciegos de cambio. El dolor nunca pide hora. La dignidad es una corona hecha de esfuerzo y tiempo. Presencia. Aprieta los tendones, siente alto el silencio y convoca el sueño con un maratón de agua. Las lágrimas vienen en el cosmos de tu meditación. Aguanta. Resiste. Como si fueras una obstinada sombra de siempre. El mismo que trepa y tropieza, el mismo que respira y encuentra.

Destiny is a blind eye onslaught of change. The pain will never make an appointment. Dignity is a crown of effort and time. Presence. Press hard tendons, high feel the silence and calls sleep with a marathon of water. Tears come in the cosmos of your meditation. Hold on. Resist. As if you were always a stubborn shadow. Climbs and stumbles, breathe and find.

The Driver (English Version)

The driver is a block of ice.

The driver never drops his guard.

Have a code samurai

and talent of the predestined.

The skill also is a hotbed of mazes.

The driver is a desert under armor.

This sand is part of your balance.

The driver composes violence;

question of extinctions.

The driver is a stranger,

he speaks less than a mermaid;

a wind that looks difficult to explain.

She, master of survival,

decide to stop hide their charm.

The driver is burning inside.