The sons of life

We are the sons of life
we both come from wrecked homes
from dusty summers and broken bones

We learn to chase our dreams
to fall and rise, to let things go
to live in love, to always grow

A pair of boots, an empty street
a kid with soul, that still believes
Scraped knees, a pair of wings
and a brotherhood to hold on to

We are the sons of life
we lost our parents but gain their lessons
a handful of values and imagination
Always looking forward
Always fighting for a better world...

13

Trece años,trece pasos,trece vidas
son las que parecen han pasado desde tu partida.
Trece el numero que indica el fin de tu partida
el inicio de esta amargura, el inicio de crecer como ser.
Transmutaste en este plano con tres semillas
seguiste con nosotros hasta hacernos crecer
lograste madurar y llegar a mutar
sin nunca llegarnos a abandonar
palabras faltan para poder continuar
palabras sobran para poderte describir
Hoy, 10 de abril, hace trece primaveras que partiste
Hoy, hace 13 primaveras que las cosas nunca seran igual
Hoy, te extraño como aquel martes de hace 13 años....

Anxiety.

Like a bullet in a chamber ready to get fired
I try my best to breath
but my lungs just feel so tired
I've been having this sonnet repeating in my head
over and over again.
I think i have the pieces
but it seems that they dont fit
I close my eyes and look up to the sky
take my hand, please just hold me tight
And just like the oldest pirate in the sea
I want to find my place so i can feel free
And in every corner from this four walls
I find you always,even if I dont want
My head,my hands,my heart
everything just starts to feel numb
Anxiety I know you just start
Anxiety I know just where you are...