así que he cambiado el inglés por el castellano
tan fácilmente
no tengo fuerzas para traducir mis pensamientos
pérfida albión
nos hemos mudado a una nueva ciudad y aún nos estamos acostumbrando
y necesito empezar a trabajar ya
porque los fantasmas de las navidades pasadas me han hecho una visita
y he tenido que correr con los gastos de sus viandas

pero al menos la tengo a ella
la que me hace ser un hombre
y me reconforta de esta velocidad gravitacionalmente acelerada

hzasuirghvidr

el vacío jamás nos abandona
camina tras nosotros una vez que lo hemos atravesado
y sé que jamás seré el príncipe hamlet
y que jamás se supuso que lo fuera
pero envejecer... joder, cómo envejezco
me aferro a sombras porque estoy demasiado expuesto a la luz
tan atraído y absorto que deseo arder con ella
adopto las formas y maneras de la alegría
porque sé que jamás seré el príncipe hamlet
y puedo citar a shakespeare, a t. s. elliot y a su gran puta madre
pero no puedo dejar atrás el vacío
porque aún dejándolo todo
el vacío es lo único que nos queda

fuck them all
every single one
stab them dead

fuck them all
let wrath overflow
stab them dead

off with their heads now
off with their heads now

got a new project in my hands
makes me feel good
good cause

goodbye
i have no distance left to run
i have drunk the whole cup
goodbye
be well wherever you are
by the way, i,m doing fine
goodbye

or just a stalker from the past?

or maybe i,m just a fucked-up paranoid

we separate like ripples on a blank shore

well, it,s been a long while. things have been going on quite well during the last few months, i guess. nonetheless, today i have been forced to write again. another low. i feel something stirring inside me. something that is increasingly aching every inch of my skin. i cannot name it. maybe it,s loneliness. i feel like i am being deprived of my friends. and maybe it is my fault. i cannot say. maybe it is the distance. maybe it is me. i still miss you so very much. i still leitmotiv your name, whispering, afraid to be heard. i would fucking love to see you once more. even though i know we wouldn,t have much to say. i would fucking love to see you once more. through a keyhole. to know you,re somewhere, although it is with someone else. your daughter is so lucky to have you. i would really love to see you again. just one more hug. and then let you go forever. i,m living in the lie this world has made me believe. i guess i should get used to it.