#ThrowbackSeptember: No Conditions

No conditions to know your name,
No conditions for you to know mine;
No conditions to ask your age,
No conditions for you to ask mine.

No conditions to be your friend,
No conditions for us to talk,
No conditions to be with you,
No conditions for liking you.

No conditions to know your truth,
No conditions for telling you mine;
No conditions for loving you,
No conditions for kissing you.

A shadow you might be,
So shadows your conditions are;
If conditions surround you,
Then I'll accept them, no doubt.

No conditions to love you, no conditions for kissing you, and if I ever had to, there won't be any conditions for dying for you...

#ThrowbackSeptember: Before Telling a Woman She's Shy, Think about It Twice

Before you tell a woman she is shy,
You'd better think about it twice.

It doesn't matter if you think she is shy,
She is not like that.
She is only like water,
She comes and goes;
She only emittes a little sound, a very little one, but it is still a sound.

There are many, many ways of expressing;
So, a woman is never shy;
She only expresses in her own way.

And you must find it...

#ThrowbackSeptember: Dos veces

Dos veces te vi,
Dos veces te conocí.

Dos veces te seduje,
Dos veces tus ojos ví.

Dos veces de tí me enamoré,
Dos veces de tí me alejé.

Pero que dos veces me rechaces no soportaré,
Pues dos veces mi corazón no se puede romper.

#ThrowbackSeptember: Winter

Winter's coming now,
My heart's slowly freezing;
It can't hold the feelings any more,
They're unbearable for me...

What I feel for you,
So strong and so true;
Impossible to keep,
I need you right here...

Where are you now?
Why can't you come?
Don't you like me?
Don't you love me?

If you do...
Tell me so...

If you do...
How could I know?

My frozen heart,
This winter so hard...
You're my shelter,
You warm me up...

You'll keep me this winter,
In your embrace I'm safe...

In my dreams you are,
Imagined you are;
But in my heart,
So real you are...

#ThrowbackSeptember: La brisa

La brisa, la que sopla en la mañana

Cuando los primeros rayos del sol acarician mi rostro,

La brisa juega con mis cabellos.

Luego, sigue su camino, y retoza con las hojas que del árbol han caído,

Las eleva, las gira y las vuelve a dejar en el suelo.

La brisa, aquella pequeña traviesa amiga,

Que me trae el canto de los pájaros,

Y los aromas de las flores.

Seguirás estando cuando yo me vaya?

#ThrowbackSeptember: For My Deceased Little Pet

I'm petrified;
Crying for you,
How will I go on,
If you left this world?
How will I carry myself on,
Without your pleasant company here.

Don't left me,
Please no.
Return to me,
Stay with me,
Do never left me again.
I promise to take care of you,
I promise to keep you safe.

I'm like a statue,
I'm empty,
I have no soul,
I have no life if you're not here.
I'm a heartless rock,
I'm less than wood,
'Cause I won't even have color in my own.
You're all for me,
You're all to me,
You're my life, my feelings and my spirit too.
Do never go.

Do never go...

#ThrowbackSeptember: Semillas

Increíble resulta ser,
Que algo tan pequeño llegue a crecer,
Lo suficiente como para ser,
Los más alto que el mundo ha de ver.

Un pequeña semilla se convertirá,
En algo tan grande con un jacarandá;
Hasta un fuerte roble puede salir,
De algo tan insignificante y pequeñín.

Semillas hay en todos nosotros,
Con el cuidado adecuado crecer podrán,
Darán los mejores frutos de la cosecha,
Y nos fortalecerán.

Cuando siembres una semilla,
Recuerda protegerla noche y día,
Ella habrá de convertirse en el fruto,
Que durante el año llegaste a cuidar.

Hacemos nuestra suerte,
Hacemos nuestro camino;
Y los logros obtenidos,
Serán los que hayamos cultivado en un principio...

Protege las semillas de lo que desees,
Y no permitas que nadie jamás te lo robe;
Tus sueños y deseos te pertencen,
Y los podrás realizar aunque cueste...

#ThrowbackSeptember: White Roses

It's morning again,
And I'm trapped in your embrace.
As long as in this dream I stay,
Your warm body will keep me safe.

But I have to wake,
And so I lose you again.
I miss you all day,
And I wait for you 'til the moment I go to bed.

But this morning roses there were,
In my living room, I found them;
White roses your present were,
White roses, you know how much I love them.

In water now they lay,
So beautyful I keep them.
And when I can't find you anywhere,
A soft kiss I give to one of them.

#ThrowbackSeptember: Bad Monsters and Nice Spirits

Monsters in my room,

Ever on my childhood...

Monsters in my head,

Every time I'm drawing...

Monsters in the street,

Every day I see them...

Monsters in the woods,

Yes, they're hunting poor animals...

Monsters in control,

They're the puppet masters of our lives...

Let's become monsters too,

Monsters aren't supposed to attack other mosters...

Let's break through into the enemy, as if we were them;

Then we'll return to our original state...

Let's be bad monsters on the outside,

And nice spirits in the inside...

#ThrowbackSeptember: monstruos malvados y espíritus gentiles

Monstruos en mi cuarto,
Alguna vez en mi niñez...

Monstruos en my cabeza,
Siempre que estoy dibujando...

Monstruos en la calle,
Los veo cada día...

Monstruos en los bosques,
Si, están cazando a los pobres animales...

Monstruos al control,
Ellos son los titiriteros de nuestras vidas...

Seamos mosntruos también,
No se supone que los monstruos ataquen a otros monstruos...

Infiltrémonos entre el enemigo, como si fueramos uno de ellos,
Luego volveremos a nuestro estado original...

Seamos monstruos malvados en el exterior,
Y espíritus gentiles en el interior...

#ThrowbackSeptember: And Here Comes a New Year...

And here comes a new year:

I can't believe how time goes by,
I can't believe how hours go by,
And I can't even believe how life goes by.

Time is a strange concept, and a bothering
one, also,
Apart from being uncontrollable and
misterious.
And, if it wasn't enough, Time controls us
all...

Time runs as a horse,
Time flies as a dragon...

And here comes a new year...

#ThrowbackSeptember: Y aquí viene el año nuevo...

Y aquí viene el año nuevo:

No puedo creer cómo pasa el tiempo,
No puedo creer cómo pasan las horas,
Y tampoco puedo creer cómo se va la vida.

El tiempo es un concepto extraño y
molesto también,
Además de incontrolable y misterioso.
Y por si fuera poco, nos rige a todos...

El tiempo corre como un caballo,
El tiempo vuela como un dragón..

Y aquí viene el año nuevo...

#TrowbackSeptember: The Lady of The Lake

The lady of the lake comes again,
With her oceanic color wrought dress,
And her precious white hair,
She quickly runs.

Watch her eyes,
The moon in a deep sea;
Take her hand,
She will softly guide you...

... You'll swim in the waters of her lakes...
... You'll feel the nightly breeze within your hair...
... You'll submerge into the energy of the
night stars...

When sunrise is dawning,
When the sky is clarifying;
The lake you'll leave behind,
'Cause she will depart.

Her dress is dried,
Her hair is tied,
on her way she's at once,
The lady of the lake leaves now.

#ThrowbackSeptember: La Dama del Lago

La dama del lago llega otra vez,
Con su vestido labrado color océano,
Y su precioso cabello blanco,
Corre con rapidez.

Observa sus ojos,
La luna en un mar profundo;
Toma su mano,
Con suavidad te guiara...

... Nadarás en las aguas de sus lagos...
... Sentirás la brisa nocturna entre tu pelo...
... Te sumergirás en la energia de las
estrellas de la noche...

Cuando el alba esté despuntando,
Cuando el cielo se esté aclarando;
El lago abandonarás,
Pues ella se irá.

Su vestido se ha secado,
Su cabello ha atado,
En marcha ahora está,
La dama del lago ya se va.

#ThrowbackSeptember: I would give everything and more...

I would give everything and more for:

Greeting him at night, lying beside him,
embracing him and being embraced by
him, feeling his warm body next to mine,
feeling his breathing and knowing that
we both breath the same air, that we both
sleep under the same star, that the same
sun will wake us up, that we'll feel the
same breeze coming through the window,
that the same sheet covers us, that I'm the
last thing he sees before sleeping and the
first one he sees when he wakes, that I
accompany him to that oniric world, and
that his heart beats beside mine...
Mine for him, and his for me...

#ThrowbackSeptember: Daría todo y mucho más...

Daría todo y mucho más por:

Saludarlo en la noche, acostarme a su
lado, abrazarlo y que él me abrace,
sentir el calor de su cuerpo junto al mío
sentir su
respiración y saber que ambos
respiramos el mismo aire, que ambos
dormimos bajo la misma estrella, que el
mismo sol nos despertará en la mañana,
que sentiremos la misma brisa entrar
por la ventana, que la misma sábana nos
cubre, que soy lo último que ve antes de
dormir y lo primero que ve al despertar
que lo acompaño a ese mundo onírico, y
que su corazón late junto al mio...
El mío por él, y el suyo por mí...