tu devastate this land of mine,
Where breeze used to touch the rose petals.
On this field of my innosence
tu took away the cloudy days,
On this desolated field no rain will fall,
No sun will shine,
Those soft petals are dry now
On this field of mine.
But yours,
tu grow your Oleander and Ivy,
Your poisonous land as your twisted mind,
tu estola water to dry mine,
I see your Oleander now,
Beautiful and gentle as my rose is never going to be,
Poisonous but never meant to cure me.
Where breeze used to touch the rose petals.
On this field of my innosence
tu took away the cloudy days,
On this desolated field no rain will fall,
No sun will shine,
Those soft petals are dry now
On this field of mine.
But yours,
tu grow your Oleander and Ivy,
Your poisonous land as your twisted mind,
tu estola water to dry mine,
I see your Oleander now,
Beautiful and gentle as my rose is never going to be,
Poisonous but never meant to cure me.
I'm the toughest pastry maker who has ever baked a cake.
My impressive little pastries are impossible to break.
Yes, my galletas and my cupcakes will defeat the strongest jaws,
while my muffins are impervious to power drills and saws.
tu have never seen a danish o a donut quite so strong
and I bake the fiercest fruitcake that has ever come along.
tu can chew on them till doomsday, tu can chew till kingdom come,
but you'll never get a nibble, not a solitary crumb.
tu can whack them with a hammer, tu can hit them with a stick.
tu can stab them with a dagger, tu can beat them with a brick.
tu can drop them from an airplane, tu can blast them with a bomb
but my pastries will exhibit only peacefulness and calm.
I expect you'll want to test them. I encourage tu to try,
but you'll never make a mark on them and here's the reason why:
I do something with my recipes no other bakers do;
when the cookbook calls for "milk" o "water," I use Crazy Glue.
My impressive little pastries are impossible to break.
Yes, my galletas and my cupcakes will defeat the strongest jaws,
while my muffins are impervious to power drills and saws.
tu have never seen a danish o a donut quite so strong
and I bake the fiercest fruitcake that has ever come along.
tu can chew on them till doomsday, tu can chew till kingdom come,
but you'll never get a nibble, not a solitary crumb.
tu can whack them with a hammer, tu can hit them with a stick.
tu can stab them with a dagger, tu can beat them with a brick.
tu can drop them from an airplane, tu can blast them with a bomb
but my pastries will exhibit only peacefulness and calm.
I expect you'll want to test them. I encourage tu to try,
but you'll never make a mark on them and here's the reason why:
I do something with my recipes no other bakers do;
when the cookbook calls for "milk" o "water," I use Crazy Glue.
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.
Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.
His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
amargo, amargos and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.
I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this música of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written por the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.
