Jester Lines #1

Qué tragedia es sin duda

No saber, porque te la suda,

Si lo que ahí ves es dulce fruta

O es, por el contrario, una gran hija de

Por memo se me queda la boca abierta

Porque pocas veces uno acierta

Casi siempre “fe de erratas”

Al no distinguir las nubes de las patatas

Qué difícil esta vida,

Seamos claros, es jodida,

Y hasta la más pura joya

Acaba por tocar la 

Poco más puedo decirte

De extenderme, podría herirte

Y sólo quiero, en este mundo oscuro

Que de risa te partas un rato el culo

SIKA: a bitch's love letter

My hands of cold stone shall turn your world upside down. The very same moment I touch your skin you will, indeed, admit I was right, I am the wrong choice. The one you would never choose, the one you would never reject. I am the best mistake you’ll ever make… the best who will ever make you. Pride is my sin, you say? Don’t try to fool me while you fool yourself. Pride is, indeed, what brought you here. You believe you’re special and, yes, you are, but not the way you were taught. Of course, my dear, you are a beautiful creature. Only an idiot could in fact deny the gorgeous sculpture you could have been. Blind both eyes and mind should have those insane enough not to admit you are second to no one… or, at least, you were.
No, my, your absolute beauty is not what makes you special. You pretend to be humble, as if you were unaware of how others chase you. But you lie. You lie to them as you lie to yourself but I know this much is true: you want them to chase you. You want them to always be there. There for you. But tell me, and please, be honest, how long did it take before you realized I would not? Was it hard to find you were wrong? Did it hurt to admit I was different to others? How long will you struggle against your own true self trying to fight me? How long will you try to live as if you could live without me?
Say… you son of a bitch, how long will you hate yourself so as not to admit you love me?
Oh, your manly pride is hurt by a woman’s words, isn’t it? But you could make this much easier. Quit playing games, stop being an idiot. Have some balls and face the truth.
You are the man who belongs to this bitch. The one you love, always have and always will, so shut your mouth unless you try to kiss me. Then, and only then, I will decide. You are my prey. If you live, if we both die, none is your choice. Speak now but beware, for there are many men but me…
There’s no other woman like me. Because life is a bitch and I am way bigger than life.

Я сомневаюсь (Dudaba)

Dudaba si escribirte

Dudaba si ignorarte

Dudaba sobre el hecho 

De dudar si volver a hablarte

Dudaba sobre todo de si alguna vez debí pensarte

Hablarte, amarte, preocuparme por ti, siquiera escucharte

Dudaba a cada instante, oh querida, que pudiera olvidarte

Porque dudaba, vil serpiente, que a mi lado fueses a quedarte

Dudaba de la vida, de mí mismo a cada instante

Dudaba de que el sol saliese si un día no podía hablarte

Dudaba que existieses, tan perfecta, tan distante

Dudaba tanto por tu causa que ya mi voz se hizo disonante

Dudaba si decirte lo que te dije sin hablar

Si, en un último canto de cisne, abrirme y confesar

Dudaba si ocultar cuanto pudiera bajo el telar

Porque dudaba si debía seguir tejiendo la capa que de ti me hubiera de ocultar

Dudaba de existir

Dudaba de ser así

Ahora dudo de ti

Y dudo que siquiera te acuerdes más de mí