There were days of happiness

There were days of happiness.
Gradually destroying everything.
Gradually destroying our happiness empty.
Gradually the days turn into lies.
Slowly destroying the heart.

There were days when we went.
Gradually we stop mourn.
Gradually we were not sad.
Slowly, over the sea and the stars we understood the loneliness.
Gradually we began to smile and play guitar again.

There were days when we were on a boat, we smoked and we flew
There were days that made us mourn landscapes.
There were days when we wanted to see us, and no matter travel routes, or thousands of miles just to see us.
There was a day when the world embraced us and began again.

The solitude was happy now.
Some days passed, passed and passed ...
There were days when we laughed and we painted dream.
There was a day when we got on a roller coaster and scream

There was one morning not feeling well and was sad happiness.
One morning he did not want to be happy. I just wanted to think.
The guitar sound stopped again.

There were days when the sun became black.
The money was a liability.
In that dreams have a price.
The freedom of the heart had a cost.

There were days when he could no longer be free.

There was a day that gave us a lesson of responsibility.
Where lives collided with reality, and love went into another lifestyle.

There were days when the road was dark.
Money has become a shit.

But there have been thousands of days on which the words good or bad have given birth to darkness.

They give you a light sleeper.
And the guitar always sounds again ..

We miss watching and smiling.

By Bizarro:


We miss watching and smiling.
Watching the blue sky.
Even if their faces are strange, even when the sun burns on each face.

We want to run and illuminate the road.
Touching and give life.
Restore the lost smiles when we look at their faces.
We yell at the circus and silently await death.
Standing before the tsunami, children walk with their hands toward heaven.

We hope the summer intensive.
While animals are out of place ... And humans are hiding in the basement before he died.

They are asleep.
Continue to pollute.
They still believe in materialism.
Deleted birth to the war.

Father?
Yes, son.
We do not want to obey!
Mother?
Yes, son.
We kill!

We prefer not to feel.
Flying in our boats, while we have our beloved to us.

We set fire.
Watch it burn
They had their chance and blew it.

Copenhagen.
Fiesta, standards, "democracy, media and fashion.

The crystal ball is broken up in smoke.
Fragments were dissolved in the ocean.
The dust of his bones will be known to archeology.
No one will know of them.
We will not leave any trace.

Starting the fire.
That burn while we dance.
Ofrendémoslo our great mystery.
Despite apologizing for his failure.

We apologize.
There were many opportunities.

To be happy until they hear the screams burn in the fire ...

A new theater

For: Bizarro

A world is in hell.
It burns the leaves in the wind.
The music has stopped playing, only in memories.
Now Playing the fight against democracy and the criminalization of free speech.

A world is in the hands of a government.
The rivers dried up, animals are dying as well as individuals.
The ozone layer is dying and the few that remain, they wake up.

A world dies, along with violence and misunderstanding.
They dry the tears, and the rest slaves.
The sun explodes, and we are not willing to bear.
We die in the dark.

A world that is born. The children play, adults enjoy.
There is not corruption and all have health and education.
Wars are a thing of archeology.
The bodies are in a museum telling the story.

A world rests and siembra.
There is freedom and people do not know the libertine.
Thoughts and emotions are healthy to feed the soul, while the gulls are spoken in the sea.

The lies have healed.
The sun shines on the inside.
Addiction is controlled by the mind.
The return of families.
The people are awake.
Adult women suffer less, and still young femininity.

The leaves of life for music.
You can walk without fear.
Can there be love without jealousy.
You can swear without lying.

A world smiles like the sun blooms.
Night falls and the fear does not exist
The drugs are respected and are not adulterated.
People dance, look and smile.


A new circus comes to the world.
Enough lies.
Without wars
Responsible freedom.

A new theater opens to the world.
Again, there are followers of this work
Curiously, this time it is destroyed.

There are no dictators in the workplace.
Neither fascists acting on it.
Only a public that applauds the good deeds of each scene.
They share the silence and meditation.
While you are reading.
While their hearts know they are free.