V'adoro, pupille

V'adoro, pupille
saette d'amore;
le vostre faville
son grate nel sen.

Pietose vi brama
il mesto mio core,
ch'ogn'ora vi chiama
l'amato suo ben.

How much I desire is in my heart.
How my mind aches with reason.
How much shit should one girl take?
Committed slow that treason
Which my heart has done.
Are you the one?
I cannot reply.
I cannot come.
I must unto my solitude now.

Tú no puedes volver atrás
porque la vida ya te empuja
como un aullido interminable.

Te sentirás acorralada
te sentirás perdida o sola
tal vez querrás no haber nacido.

Entonces siempre acuérdate
de lo que un día yo escribí
pensando en ti como ahora pienso.

La vida es bella, ya verás
como a pesar de los pesares
tendrás amigos, tendrás amor.

Un hombre solo, una mujer
así tomados, de uno en uno
son como polvo, no son nada.

Otros esperan que resistas
que les ayude tu alegría
tu canción entre sus canciones.

Entonces siempre acuérdate
de lo que un día yo escribí
pensando en ti
como ahora pienso.

Nunca te entregues ni te apartes
junto al camino, nunca digas
no puedo más y aquí me quedo.

La vida es bella, tú verás
como a pesar de los pesares
tendrás amor, tendrás amigos.

Perdóname no sé decirte
nada más pero tú comprende
que yo aún estoy en el camino.

Y siempre siempre acuérdate
de lo que un día yo escribí
pensando en ti como ahora pienso.



~"Palabras para Julia" by Jose Agustin Goytisolo

Llorando

Yo estaba bien por un tiempo,
volviendo a sonreír.
Luego anoche te vi
tu mano me tocó
y el saludo de tu voz.
Y hablé muy bien de tu
sin saber que he estado
llorando por tu amor
Luego de tu adiós sentí todo mi dolor.
Sola y llorando
llorando
No es fácil de entender
que al verte otra vez
Yo seguiré llorando
Yo que pensé que te olvidé
pero es verdad es la verdad
que te quiero aún más,
mucho más que ayer.
Dime tú qué puedo hacer
no me quieres ya
y siempre estar
llorando por tu amor.
Tu amor se llevó
todo mi corazon
y quedo llorando
llorando
por tu amor.



~Rebekah del Rio

If you are the night-wind
I am the autumn rain.
If you are the sea
Then I am the sky.
If you hold me closely
There will be a cost.
Comfort me.
Time goes by.

Eventide

There is a quiet place
Far from the rapid pace
Where God can soothe
My troubled mind
Sheltered by tree and flower
There in my quiet hour
With Him my cares are left behind.
Whether a garden small
Or a mountain tall
New strength and courage
There I find...
There from this quiet place
I go prepared to face
A new day
With love for all mankind.




~Unknown

I am better than you.
I have endured the paths from normality.
I have had it taken from me.
You, blind, you, blind.
You never knew what it was
To have it taken from you.
You knew the insanity.
You never knew the plunge from normality--
That unwanted journey was never yours.

Ah, how I loved you..
And oh, how I hate you now.

You lie to yourself, not me. Use your eyes.
Questions, like bees, surround you.
You keep your eyes shut
The stings you feel, you convince yourself
Are not the questions.
The stings are some itch
They are from some needle
It could not be the questions, like bees, stinging you.

Oh, how I hate you...
And ah, how I loved you.

All you'd promise is 'something great'.
We could be something great.
What is it?
A life of misery,
Incredulity.
Cuts and threats,
Poor and destitute
Hungry mouths of children
Thrusted anger,
Lost opportunities
Shattered dreams
Unloosed screams
Broken bones
and bruises.

And I, I would be the blamed.

Real eyes realize real lies.

I need no one. Not him. Not you.

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Surely that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken
And share in it's shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear
A shudder comes o'er me.
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
That thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How shall I greet thee?
With silence and tears.







-Lord Byron