Finally becomes priscila.web-log a new space to share some of my photographic work. It's been 2 years since my last post, so a lot has happened ever since… but fortunately only good, valuable and permanent things

I went down by the riverside
That runs between the crowded halls
And on an apple-blossomed hill
I slept beside the golden falls

And as I wandered far in sleep
The fisher king flashed blue on gray
I heard a voice come from the deep
And call my name from far away

I linger by the western sea
I hear the horseman riding past
Young dreams I dreamt are gone from me
Like summer whispers in the grass

Rain won’t wash away the memories
And the wind won’t hide his perfume…
But it blows

Deep dead blue that I invite

bringing on disguise of night

turn the whole kaleidoscope

Fair colour that nightly shades

most unlikely escapades

As the light that frightened fade

until the dawn drags into view

I am lost in Deep dead Blue.

When shadows come, I rather stay

far from the cruel coloured day

leave me in my monochrome

until I find a finer tone

beyond the deep dead blue

If I was granted from a glimse of life,

having my days and minutes all counted,

I would so much use that precious time

reversing old ideas long time learned.

I might not say everything I think,

but I would certainly think each word I say,

I would appreciate things not for their value,

but for what their meanning reaches inside me.

I would sleep less and dream more,

understanding that for each minute that I close my eyes,

I am missing sixty long seconds of light.

I would walk when others are standing still,

and awake when others are sleeping.

If I was granted a piece of life,

I would dress simply and lightly,

only to lay my whole self under the bright sun,

leaving uncovered not only my body, but my soul.

If I only knew that tonight,

will be the last time I’ll see you sleep,

I would embrace you strongly

And pray to become guardian of your soul,

Then I would wisper “I love you”,

Instead of stupidly assume

That you already know.

If I was granted a glimpse of life,

I would never be afraid of dying,

But I’ll be afraid of not having ever lived…

Here is my heart, I give it to you
Take me with you across this land
These are my dreams, so simple and few
Dreams we hold in the palm of our hands

Deep in the winter amidst falling snow
High in the air where the bells, they all toll
And now all around me I feel you still here
Such is the journey, no mystery to fear…

Sometimes when I’m alone
I imagine that the world is a mirror
And in minds eye behold my dark inner nature
I’ve been waiting time on this time honoured whore
Yet in confussion, I can see no more.
I have crawled where I should have seen the signs
Sometimes when I’m sad
I drink to the health of my torment
And dance at the altar
To the tune of a drunken  tango
Wastes my mouth trying to settle old scores
I’ve been dragging my feet when I could have been flying…

Silent my heart… yet, I could have been living.

Loneliness becomes impossible inside your voice

My moon has been divided in two… you’ve taken your share.

Now restles flows discompose my rivers,

screaming stones show their sharpen face,

while my water runs down to where you exist,

There where my river ends, but your ocean begins.

Siguiendo ese camino de luz,
donde termino y empiezas tú.

Mirándote mil veces por primera vez,
Llenando con mi vida todo lo que ves,
Creando ese camino a mi casa,
Que es mi casa porque estás tu.

Andando esta tierra que es mía,

Te invento a cada paso que doy,

el mundo es una esfera que acaba a tus pies,
si parto por el norte , por el sur te sorprenderé
A dónde voy, de dónde soy, a dónde quiero llegar…
que cada camino guíe mi vista,

y mi horizonte no me cambia el rumbo:

Hacia tí… y estoy de vuelta antes de regresar,
A ti… mi verdadera nacionalidad,

En ti, donde se acaba el rio…más comienza el mar.

Inspirado en "A tí" de Sin Bandera

Siguiendo ese camino de luz,
donde termino y empiezas tú.

Mirándote mil veces por primera vez,
Llenando con mi vida todo lo que ves,
Creando ese camino a mi casa,
Que es mi casa porque estás tu.

Andando esta tierra que es mía,

Te invento a cada paso que doy,

el mundo es una esfera que acaba a tus pies,
si parto por el norte , por el sur te sorprenderé
A dónde voy, de dónde soy, a dónde quiero llegar…
que cada camino guíe mi vista,

y mi horizonte no me cambia el rumbo:

Hacia tí… y estoy de vuelta antes de regresar,
A ti… mi verdadera nacionalidad,

En ti, donde se acaba el rio…más comienza el mar.

Inspirado en "A tí" de Sin Bandera

If you tell me all what a moment may guard: Voices of people, shadows and light, an angel’s smiling, explosive sounds. If you swear to me that everything that passes become to stay: our memories are prisioners inside the wide wings of Time. Then I, riding on fluoreschent light will break your waiting; wherever you are and whatever your world might be… Just reassure me that every note I breath, hangs pending from a silver star; one that did not force your walk, nor your way to my side, and show me that your footprint is real, sculped in this semi-visible path. Then I’ll know it was worth every death, every lost, every silence… to make from this ground a higher step to walk trough. To have out of all those minutes, just this one minute with you…