cuadernos tibetanos

Voy sin rumbo con polvo en el pecho, linterna ciega del día gastado. Busco un nombre caído en la sombra de bolsillos que ya no recuerdan. Estoy solo en un signo vacío, como vaso sin sed ni memoria, como bronce enterrado en la noche que aún sueña el temblor de su voz. Hueso blanco sin músculo ni sangre, sal y luna sostienen mi forma. Soy un clavo que insiste en el aire de la vieja madera del tiempo. El tiempo es redondo y cerrado, pan oscuro que nadie reparte. Rueda lento con ruido de océano sin orilla, sin fondo, sin centro. Paso entre las cosas inmóviles: una llave cansada me mira, una mesa me espera en silencio. El humo pronuncia mi nombre y lo olvida. Todo ocurre como lluvia tardía en un patio sin puertas ni pasos: cae y cae, persevera en la nada. Y continúo con sombra humana, porque incluso perderse en el mundo tiene peso, tiene olor y luz viva.

Verso 1 Me miro al espejo y no pregunto más, hoy no quiero explicarme la mitad. Todo sigue andando, yo quedé atrás, sonrío en automático, nada más. Pre-Coro No es drama, no es final, no es que el mundo esté peor, es solo esta sensación que no se va. Coro Me preguntás cómo estoy y te digo “todo bien”, pero si escuchás mi voz vas a notar que mejor no estoy, mejor no estoy, aprendí a decir que sí cuando por dentro es no. Mejor no estoy, pero sigo hoy. Verso 2 Llené la agenda para no pensar, ruido blanco para no sentir. Hay días largos que quieren pasar y noches cortas que vuelven a mí. Pre-Coro No busco lástima ni perdón, solo bajar la guardia un segundo, decir en voz alta lo que escondo. Coro Me preguntás cómo estoy y te digo “todo bien”, pero si mirás mis manos vas a entender que mejor no estoy, mejor no estoy, no todo lo que brilla calma el dolor. Mejor no estoy, pero sigo hoy. Puente Tal vez mañana cambie el color, tal vez aprenda a decirlo mejor, hoy solo puedo admitir que no todo se...

[Verso 1] La luna duerme arriba del techo, la noche mira por el ventanal. Un perro ladra como un espejo, refleja cosas que no sé nombrar. Un poco de viento mueve el silensio, parese un truco para no pensar. Y sho divago sin argumento, cualquier idea me viene y se va. [Estribillo] Y así, la luna duerme y sho me dejo shevar. La noche gira lento, me empiezo a imaginar cualquier cosa, lo que venga, lo que quiera pasar. [Verso 2] El cielo late como un parlante, una luz fría quiere bailar. El perro insiste, siempre distante, marca un compás medio irregular. El viento escribe frases al aire, pero se borran antes de hablar. sho sigo en modo pensamiento suave, dejando todo flotar y vibrar. [Estribillo] Y así, la luna duerme y sho me dejo shevar. La noche gira lento, me empiezo a imaginar cualquier cosa, lo que venga, lo que quiera pasar. [Puente] No sé si es sueño, no sé si es verdad, pero esta calma me empieza a cantar. [Estribillo final] Y así, la luna duerme y sho me dejo shevar. La noche di...

[Verse 1] When the sky grew tired of turning and the winds forgot their names, We stood beneath the trembling sun like two survivors of a flame. There was dust upon the daylight, there was sorrow on the ground— And the rivers held their breath as if afraid to make a sound. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the mountains leaned in closer, like they wanted one more view… Of the way the world was ending quietly between me and you… [Chorus] And we shared the last kiss of the world, soft as falling embers in the blue. All the stars sank into silence, all the roads forgot what they once knew. But the earth kept one small heartbeat, just enough to carry through— the last kiss of the world I gave to you. [Verse 2] There were voices in the shadows, but they faded with the light, And the oceans closed their eyelids like a child afraid of night. Every memory we carried turned to ash between our hands, As the horizon bowed its head, unable to withstand. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the clocks refused their ticking, every minu...

[Verse 1] In a quiet little room where the daylight lost its name, All the ghosts keep talking softly ’bout a world they never claimed. There’s a breath upon the window, like a memory half-awake, And the silence shakes the rafters with the things it doesn’t say. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the hours turn to vapor in the corners of the air… Even time forgets to tick when there’s nothing waiting there… [Chorus] ’Cause in this room, where only ghosts whisper and breathe, Nothing ever happens, nothing learns to leave. Even time becomes a shadow drifting slowly through the sheen— Fading like a promise that never learned to dream. [Verse 2] There’s a chair nobody sits in, just a shape the dark repeats, And the floor remembers footsteps that were never really feet. Every whisper has a heartbeat, but it’s buried in the dust, Where the stories fall to pieces ’cause the shadows lose their trust. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the minutes fall like ashes from a fire never lit… And the days collapse like echoes from a son...

[Verse 1] In the corners of the morning where the minutes never stay, I was counting all the faces that the wind blew far away. There were clouds stitched into stories we forgot to write down, And the echoes of the footsteps that never touched the ground. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the world keeps spinning, even when it’s gone… And the heart keeps humming some unfinished song… [Chorus] We lost memories that never were, phantoms made of dust and skin. We tried to hold the shape of time, but it slipped right through our hands again. And now we’re dancing with the shadows of the things we once believed in— locked inside a fading dream, a cage of oblivion. [Verse 2] There were letters never written, there were prayers nobody heard, Just a silence full of answers that refused to form a word. Every promise was a mirror and we cracked them one by one, Chasing ghosts of what we might have been beneath a dying sun. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the road keeps calling, though it disappears… And the soul keeps carving ...

Verse 1 In a tavern beyond the world’s last border, Where the lamps burn with an unearthly gold, Lives a god who wagers with silent order, On destinies the prophets never told. He shuffles stars like worn-out tarot, Sets kingdoms down with a gambler’s grin— For every wager lost or narrow, A universe begins again. Chorus Oh, the god who gambles with shadows, Throwing dice in the halls of time; We are numbers beneath his windows, We are echoes of his rhyme. And the coin he flips forever Has no face and has no fall— For chance and fate together Are the mirrors in his hall. Verse 2 He wagers souls as if they were stories, Half-forgotten on a dusty shelf; He laughs at heroes chasing glory, For the hero is but a bet with himself. In labyrinths of smoke and meaning, He hides the door that has no key; All truths are dreams his hand is weaning From the womb of eternity. Bridge Some say he's blind, some say he’s seeing— Some swear he’s nothing but our fear; Yet in each coin toss of our being...