POEMAS HECHOS X NICK

Wake up:

When the dawn smiles in a way
that the frost turns
into the warm milk of a fig-tree
your soul, at last, will bathe in the prairie
and shouts to the sun that blinds you
<< I was born to life>>
the the sun will be extinguished
and your soul will take its place...

Tired:

Tired, friend
we want to awaken the guitar
so that its song isn't drawned by the silence
friends
how tired we are
how tired
Let's go to look for hopes in the flight of the birds
to get away from sadness
Friend,
however tired,
we move the rhythm of the wait
so that the wait
won't be the tomb of memory nor absence.
Friend,
your will and my will
one day they will silence the noise of the voices
so that they let our hearts beat.
Friend,
we are going, tired
but not destroyed,
to take out the claws
against the veils that cover the earth.
This way, friend,
tired and silent
is the evidence of the effort
to get out of the sadness...

Untitled:

When the words don't reach
where the feeling doesn't end
when things stay inside
that the mouth doesn't express,
when the soul feels infinite
how can I begin to explain that the blood
in my heart doesn't stop
It's held back on the outside
and it stays still
whitout wings
and they give it words,
words that don't heal
the loneliness
but they try.

How can I say
that what I want are hands,
arms
and legs
that feel
that feel
the thorns of the way
the morning flowers
and above all your hands
that so many hands touched
and with mine they stayed.
And above all your hair,
your face
and your whole body

How can I say
that what I want is to love you.
You
just you...

Song to my living soul:

If I could sell
my sould to the devil
I'm sure I would
in exchange for a longer life.
Just one day more
if I could
I'm sure I would

Some people say
and they're not wrong
that life is bitter sweet
a little happiness
and a lot of pain

Devil I don't care
let me taste a little more of life
even if the day will be sad
Devil I don't care
give me more life
a little more
and in exchange
I'll give you my precious soul

I want to keep on feeling
what life gives me:
wine to get drunk on for the rest of my eternity

Crazy they call me
who cares!
crazy to grasp life
to sofocate death.