Rolling

moving from one passion to the next
never stopping
never ceasing
leaving breadcrumb trails
of breaking hearts
and gladdened sighs
some are relieved when i turn my back
some want to grab me and turn me back
but i keep moving
trudging
sprinting
dancing
loving
breaking nets
springing traps
some mountains in my path take months to traverse
some hills only a few hours
but i am the rolling turmac of my childhood
i cannot stop
not until i find that mountain
that lofty magnificence
that height i can call home
until then im enjoying the ascents
suffering the descents
and carving every summit
one the cave wall of my soul

Bugie in due lingue

Un cabron como cualquiera
Who wants so many things
Entre ellas una mujer
It could be any woman
O una sola en especial
Human contact
Sentirese bien con su lugar
In this particular life
Que quiere ver la luna
Without it bringing tears to his eyes
Que quiere ver a su familia
Without having to lie
Y es que cuando tantas cosas se quieren
Not a single one is had
Dinero para salir
Or money for a plan
Una amante para vivir
Or simply hold inside these arms
Una respuesta a la pregunta
That took so much courage to write
O una explicacion al silencio
That I am guilty of as well
Perdoname, no soy para ti
I won't say it to her
Probablemente por eso
The other wont say it to me
Un escape a la seguridad
Of a secure job and a home
Un lugar para descansar
Far away from all this shit
La ciudad que me pario
Seems like it wants to drown me
Con mi propia mierda ahogarme
An escape then, and soon
Y espero no regresar