Y así me vas a entender

Soñá despierto todo el tiempo...Y así me vas a entender.

Observá...Y así me vas a entender.

Escuchá...Y así me vas a entender.

Guardá silencio...Y así me vas a entender.

Abrí tu mente...Y así me vas a entender.

Mirá el mundo através de mis ojos...Y así me vas a entender.

Imaginá que todos te dan la espalda...Y así me vas a entender.

Intentá matar todos los sentimientos que te hacen daño...Y así me vas a entender.

Esperá a ver como las palabras pierden su significado y se vuelven vacías...Y así me vas a entender

Imaginá que sos invisible para el resto del mundo...Y así me vas a entender.

Dibujá...Y así me vas a entender.

Leé...Y así me vas a entender.

Escribí...Y así me vas a entender.

Pintá...Y así me vas a entender.

Conocé a alguien que cambie tu vida...Y así me vas a entender.

Enamoráte...Y así me vas a entender.

Escuchá tu cancion favorita en la oscuridad...Y así me vas a entender.

Hacé de cuenta que hablar no vale la pena...Y así me vas a entender.

Intentá sonreir ante todos cuando en realidad lo que queres es llorar...Y así me vas a entender.

Intentá ser fuerte cuando en verdad sos mas frágil de lo que creen los demás...Y así me vas a entender.

Conocé mis miedos...Y así me vas a entender.

Qué te lastimen una y otra vez las personas las que mas queres...Y así me vas a entender.

Viví con una corazón roto...Y así me vas a entender.

Tratá de olvidar...Y así me vas a entender.

Caminá descalzo sobre el césped...Y así me vas a entender.

Sentí el viento en tu cara...Y así me vas a entender.

Corré hasta que no puedas mas...Y así me vas a entender.

Bailá bajo la lluvia...Y así me vas a entender.

Respirá profundamente con los ojos cerrados...Y así me vas a entender.

Levantáte cuando te caigas y seguí caminando...Y así me vas a entender.

Soltá tus sentimientos...Y así me vas a entender.

Intentá elegir entre escuchar a tu cabeza o a tu corazón...Y así me vas a entender.

¿Me atraparás?

Yo estaba en el borde de un acantilado.

Detrás de mí estaba el mundo que yo conocía.

Ante mí estaba la posibilidad de volar.

En aquel entonces, cuando tuve que tomar la decisión, me acordé de vos y me sentí valiente.

Ahora estoy en caída libre, y tengo miedo de lo que está por venir.

Así que te pregunto: "¿Me atraparás?"

Children of the Butterfly

Hello. Who are you? Do you know?

Can't you tell me why you are the way you are?

Why do you do this, don't you think it is strange?

Friend, I am who I am and I know this is so. I have had

everyday of my life so far to learn and to grow. Many

things about me have changed since I was young; but one feeling

remains solid, consistent and strong.

This is wrong.

It is not me.

I am not who I should be.

This truth has rattled my bearings, stripped me to my core

and lain me naked upon its pure white altar and I have seen,

upon this altar of truth, this altar of my true self; I have lain

alongside my brothers and sisters and we have all found our

flesh to be false.

Alone, we have spent many empty nights with only our tear-soaked

pillows to comfort us. We have shown our grief and our pain through

the cuts on our wrists, the burns on our skin, the denial of food,

and the sweet release of drugs that take our realities away from us.

In unison, a chorus of grief stricken voices cry: We will not accept this!

We will not let the fears of others imprison us! No more will we live

without living in these empty shells; these masks; these prisons of

flesh, blood and bone! We will fight for our right to live as we must!

We refuse! We will fight!

The choice is made, the deciscion is over and our path is set. We climb,

we wait, we worm our way through the system; we pay.

We pay in time, we pay in Willpower; we pay with our family, our friends;

we pay with our lives.

Countless hours; countless amounts of money; daily payments of fear,

anxiety and hope.

We pay.

And for what? To appease the very society we live in is all but impossible

for we are taboo. We are untouchables, perverts, abominations in their views;

their unseeing views for they are blind. We seek no greater end than they,

nothing different or strange; our quest, our goal, is the same as any other

human being. Our pursuit is the pursuit of happiness. Our desires are simple,

to love ourselves. To no longer look at our reflections with sorrow, anger and

loathing. To walk in public with our heads held high, knowing that the world

can see us for who we are.

Society has dictated that our struggles are not enough, and so they place

more upon us. Many of our mothers, brothers, fathers, sisters, sons and

daughters are lost for being who they are. We are raped, beaten, and murdered

for being ourselves. We carry everyday, fear and anxiety.

This is who we are, friend, for I am only one small memeber of a much larger

family and we are strong. We have many who have traveled the distance and many

who still live confused, but we are strong.

We are born into this world like everyone else. Through our thoughts, feelings

and actions we isolate ourselves. Only then do we finally see who we really are.

We build our cocoons of clothes, family, hormones and friends. Inside the cocoon

are doubts and fears, hopes and longings; all racing about, building pressure

until finally it bursts.

We are reborn.

We emerge, the individuals that we knew we always were. The truth of our being

realized, we are free! Released from our prisons,

We are free!

We are children of love, children of hate, children of confusion, children of

patience, children of loss. We are the children of guilt, children of strength,

and children of hope.

We are the children of the butterfly.

Solo palabras

Creo que en algún momento las palabras pierden su significado, algunas veces con el tiempo, y otras veces simplemente se desmoronan. El problema es que vivimos en un mundo de verdades absolutas construidas por personas mentirosas, y cuando la verdad más básica de nuestra existencia está hecha trizas...estamos perdidos y más solos que nunca.                                                         

Por esta razón debemos elegir nuestras palabras cuidadosamente. Ellas tienen más peso del que a veces les damos. Son importantes y no deben ser tomadas a la ligera.
   
Me cansé de escuchar falsos "Te quiero" , de ilusionarme con mentiras, con cosas que nunca fueron verdaderas. Me cansé de que las personas me usen cuando les conviene y que despues se olviden de mi. Me cansé de ser ignorado. Me cansé de del silencio. Me cansé de ser el chico tímido y callado que deja todos le pasen por encima. Me cansé de cansarme.
   
¿Pensabas que me conocías?¿Pensabas que yo no sentía nada?¿Pensabas que yo nunca lloraba?. Ya no soy el mismo niño que alguna vez conociste, ahora puedo defenderme por mi cuenta. Al final no soy tan frágil como creías.
   
Supongo que crecí, y descubrí que no todo es como me lo habian enseñado, que no todos los cuentos terminan con un final feliz. Aprendí que no debo creer todo lo que me dicen, que no debo entregar mi corazón a cualquiera.
                                                                                                                                   
Fer.

El Artista

 El salpica sus verdaderos colores sobre el lienzo,

con la esperanza de que alguien los vea,

y lo ame de todos modos.

In this twilight

Watch the sun, as it crawls across a final time

And it feels like, like it was a friend

It is watching us, and the world we set on fire

Do you wonder if it feels the same?

And the sky is filled with light, can you see it?

All the black is really white, if you believe it

As your time is running out, let me take away your doubt

You can find a better a place in this twilight

From dust to dust, ashes in your hair remind me

What it feels like and I won't feel again

Night descends, could I have been a better person?

If I could only do it all again

And the sky is filled with light, do you see it?

All the black is really white if you believe it

And the longing that you feel, you know none of this is real

You will find a better a place in this twilight

Alone at Night

I lay alone at night

My mind thinks only of you

I stare up at the cracks in my celing

Wishing for this to be through

It's hard to describe what I'm feeling

I guess you could say I'm lonely

I'm not quite sure what to call it

But what I'm feeling isn't phoney

I feel the distance between us

And it breaks my heart every time

When you're with me,

Every moment is beautiful

When you're gone,

I miss you and how you make me feel

I think that I may have been born just to meet you

Unlike anyone else,

You make me feel so transparent.

At least you know I exist…

But it crushes me every day to know that I'm just a friend to you…