FAITH

Whenever you look at me

I think I could fall in love with you

Whenever you talk to me

I think I could fall in love with you

Because your stormy, burning eyes

Could melt my ice armour, built with so many tears

And your deep, vibrant voice

Could shatter my armour of ice, the tears falling to the ground

Poisoning the flowers

Whenever you look at me

I might think that you love me

Whenever you talk to me

I might think you’re in love with me

And I will believe it, like a child in Christmas

I’ll believe your every word, defenseless without my armour

You will tell me about those rivers in China you want to show me

And about your life, so empty until you met me

You will tell me about the stars

You will tell me how different they look

Ever since you met me

You will tell me about that hidden place in the Island

That you discovered

And how it will be our haven, and how we’ll go there fighting the waves in our ship of red sails

A love like ours

Nobody knew

And you will tell me about the mountains in Nepal

That time you went there, the wonder

And how we’ll go together, riding the whitest horse, blending in the snow

And you will tell me about the sunsets in Kenya

So bright, so powerful their scent

That would not be the same

When I’ll be there with you

How you thought it was a fantasy, magical, unreal

And it was nothing

Until I was with you

And I will believe you, like a child in Christmas

I’ll believe your every word, defenseless without my armour

When you say you love me

And I will lose myself in you

And there will be only you

And I will see through your eyes, stormy, burning

And I will hear only your voice, deep, vibrant

And there will be nothing else

And I will give you my very self

My every thought will be for you

My only time will be with you

My every breath will come from you

I will believe you

When you tell me there are no longer rivers in China

There is no longer a hidden place in the Island

There are no longer mountains in Nepal

There are no longer sunsets in Kenya

No red sails, no white horses

All vanished, all ashes of a dream that will never be

And I will not see anymore, without your eyes (stormy, burning)

And I will not hear anymore, without your voice (deep, vibrant)

And you’ll give me back my own self, now so empty

And my every thought will be for you

And you’ll be no longer there

My only time will be with you

And you’ll never be there

My only breath will come from you

You only an absence

Do not look at me, my beloved

Do not talk to me, my life

Because I think I could fall in love with you

The unicorn was sleeping

The unicorn was sleeping in his meadow of stars,

Under the sweet moon, the unicorn slept

The grass got embraced him.

Snow, emerald and amber,

The unicorn slept,

His ivory, powerful magic in his meadow of stars

And the moon sweetly rocked him

And the grass tenderly covered him

And the stars in the meadow shone a fair, soft and sleepy light

To accompany him in his sleep,

And a light breeze flew by

And the breeze caressed the unicorn’s foam,

Long mane of foam from unknown seas

And the grass became fluffy under his white, so white velvet

So white, his body of velvet.

And the moon rocked him to make his dream more tender,

A slow, beautiful, gallant sleep

Made of eternity

And the moon wished his dream never ended

The moon wished

It was a never-ending dream, that time could not undo,

Like the fringes of a dream that had never happened,

The moon had hope

She did not want him to wake up from the dream

Snow, emerald, amber and seas

The moon did not want it

But the sun arrived, burning, insistent, hasty,

The sun arrived, threatening, reckless, belligerant

And he claimed his place

As the sun always did

The moon had no power, against the sun

In their eternal battle.

The moon knew she had no power

Against a mass of burning fire that destroyed everything

The moon was peace, and she knew, and she forever knew

That she was moon, she was peace

While was the sun a war.

And the moon, weeping, left her place to the sun

Eternal, hard battle, that she could never win

Watching the sweet unicorn, the moon cried

And to the meadow of stars, arrived the sun, that respected nothing,

The sun that woke the stars, the grass, the breeze, the seas

The sun, that started burning the magic of the velvet,

The foam of the sea

Snow, emerald, amber and sea foam

And the unicorn woke from his slow and sweet dream

And he looked around

And everything was sun and fire

When his lakes the unicorn opened

Lagoons of time, lagoon of dream

Innocent lagoons that time could not corrupt

Blue, shinning, eternal lagoons

That had seen everything

Immaculate innocence that time did not corrupt

And he looked around him

And slowly, the cloud of sleep owned his mind

And he saw himself once more

And he saw white maidens with golden halos

Who approached him, looking for comfort.

Maidens that were allowed to caress his foam

And he saw that knight, that knight shiny in his golden armour

He saw how the knight a thousand dragons slew

With his brilliant spear of justice

And he saw other knights, handsome, valiant, fair

Who fought the evil

Who rescued damsels in distress

Who battled for them

Who adored only them

As you adore a goddess locked in a faraway temple

And he heard that squire, with love woes

Looking for his eternal advice

And he remembered how the squire could reunite with his beloved

His advices of time

Advices that nothing knew about pain or grief

The innocent unicorn never knew about that

And he saw high castles arising from the mountains

And he saw heroes, and he saw maidens, and he saw his friends the fairies

And he saw rainbows and goblins and he saw his beloved

His beloved, his eternal beloved, who wanted to vanish

His beloved, his eternal beloved, who vanished centuries ago

When she knew that the world was world no more, it was Nothing

When she saw that in this Nothing nobody remembered them

When she saw that in this Nothing, nothing were they.

Covered in oblivion, when the world became another

Surrounded by people who believed in nothing

By people who believed that they never existed

That they were nothing but a tale, for the children of Nothing,

For children who believed

For adults who then forgot

And believed in nothing

And the unicorn, white foam, blue lagoons

Wanted to follow his maiden

Wanted to take her path, the path of oblivion

Wanted, with her, eternal her, vanished away

He wanted to go with her to the Forgotten Kingdom

With the fairies, with the goblins

With the white maidens with golden halos

With the handsome fair men

And with that bird they once knew

Who was reborn once and again from his ashes

And with those threatening dragons who kept inside warm hearts

And with the men-horses

And with the scintillating fauns

And with the white horse, who flew so high

But he could not, the unicorn, white foam, blue lagoons

Suffered the worst condemn

To live his life in the world of Nothing

To exist forever, eternal,

Without his beloved

With nothing

In the never ending oblivion of people who did not believe

In the nothingness

And tears of ice fell from his lagoons

And the pool grew at his feet

When the tyrant melted them

But finally the moon came back, triumphant, gleeful, peace

Wishing to envelop him in a happy dream

The unicorn, white foam, blue lagoons

And his meadow was once again a meadow of stars

And the grass was once again a silent haven

And the sweet breeze once again caressed his foam

And the grass became fluffy under his soft velvet

Snow, emerald, amber and seas

The unicorn existed

El unicornio dormía

El Unicornio dormía en su prado de estrellas,

bajo la dulce luna dormía el Unicornio

La hierba se le acercaba.

Nieve, esmeralda y ámbar,

el unicornio dormía,

su marfil,  potente magia en su prado de estrellas

y la luna lo mecía con dulzura

y la hierba lo cubría con ternura

y las estrellas del prado brillaban con luz clara, suave y somnolienta para acompañarlo en su sueño,

Y leve brisa soplaba

Y la brisa acariciaba la espuma del unicornio,

Blanca melena de espuma de mares desconocidos

Y la hierba se esponjaba bajo su terciopelo blanco, blanco,

Tan blanco, el terciopelo de su cuerpo.

Y la luna lo mecía para hacer más suave su sueño,

Un sueño lento, bello, galante

De la eternidad del tiempo

Y la luna deseaba que su sueño no acabara

La luna lo deseaba

Que fuera un sueño infinito que el tiempo no deshiciera,

Como los flecos de un sueño que nunca hubiera ocurrido,

La luna tenía esperanza

No quería que del sueño despertara

Nieve, esmeralda, ámbar y mares

No lo quería la luna

Pero llegó el sol ardiente, insistente, arrebatado,

El sol llegó amenazante, imprudente, beligerante

Y reclamó su lugar

Como siempre hacía el sol

La luna nada podía, ante el sol

En su eterna batalla.

La luna sabía que nada podía

Ante una masa de ardiente fuego que todo lo destruía

La luna era paz, y sabía, y siempre y siempre sabía

Que era luna, que era paz,

Como era la guerra el sol. 

Y la luna, llorando, dejó su lugar al sol

Dura batalla eterna, que nunca podría ganar

Mirando al dulce unicornio la luna lloró

Y en el prado de estrellas entró el sol, que nada respetaba,

el sol que despertó a las estrellas, a la hierba, a la brisa, a los mares

El sol, que empezó a quemar la magia del terciopelo,

La espuma del mar

Nieve, esmeralda, ámbar y espuma de mar

Y despertó el unicornio de su lento y dulce soñar

Y miró a su alrededor

Y todo era sol y fuego

Y todo era realidad

Cuando sus lagos abrió el unicornio

Lagos del tiempo, lagos de sueño,

Lagos inocentes que el tiempo no pudo corromper

Lagos azules, brillantes, lagos eternos

Que todo habían visto

Su inocencia inmaculada que el tiempo no corrompió

Y miró a su alrededor

Y poco a poco, la nube del sueño su mente atrapó

Y una vez más se vio

Y vio doncellas blancas con halos dorados

Que se acercaban a él buscando consuelo,

Doncellas a quienes permitía su espuma acariciar

Y vio a aquel caballero, caballero bruñido de armadura de oro

Vio cómo el caballero mil dragones abatía

Con su lanza refulgente, de justicia

Y vio otros caballeros, hermosos, valientes, justos

Que luchaban contra el mal

Que defendían indefensas doncellas

Que se batían por ellas

Que sólo a ellas adoraban

Como se adora a una diosa en lejano templo encerrada

Y escuchó a aquel doncel, que penas de amores traía,

Buscando su eterno consejo

Y recordó cómo pudo reunirse con su amada,

Sus consejos del tiempo

Consejos que no entendían de dolor ni de amargura

El inocente unicornio de esto nunca entendió.

Y vio castillos erguidos como rocas en los montes

Y vio héroes, y vio damas, y vio a sus amigas las hadas

Y vio arco-iris y duendes y vio a su amada

Su amada, su eterna amada, desvanecida hace siglos

Su amada, su eterna amada, que quiso desvanecerse

Cuando comprendió que el mundo ya no era mundo, era Nada

Cuando vio que en esta Nada ya nadie los recordaba

Cuando vio que en esta Nada nada eran ellos

Cubiertos de olvido, cuando el mundo fue otro

Rodeados  de seres que no creían en nada,

que no creían en ellos,

De seres que pensaban

Que ellos nunca existieron

Que no eran más que un cuento, para los niños de Nada,

Para niños que creían

Para adultos que después olvidaban

Y no creían en nada

Y el unicornio, blanca espuma, lagos azules

Quiso seguir a su amada

Quiso con ella hacer el camino, el camino del olvido

Quiso con ella, siempre, eterna, desvanecerse también

Quiso irse con ella al Reino Olvidado

Con las hadas, con los duendes

Con las blancas doncellas de halos dorados

Con los hermosos caballeros de justicia

Y con aquella ave que conocieron

Que una vez y otra renacía

De sus cenizas

Y con aquellos dragones amenazantes que guardaban corazones buenos

Y con los hombres-caballo

Y con los chispeantes faunos

Y con el caballo blanco, que tan alto volaba

Pero no pudo el unicornio, blanca espuma, azules lagos

Lo intentó una y mil veces,

mil veces más lo intentó.

El mundo ya no existía, sin su amada

Un mundo que ya era Nada era, aún menos sin su amada

Y el unicornio lloró, lágrimas de hielo

Cayeron de azules lagos

La hierba las recogió

Y el sol, tirano, las derritió

Y el unicornio, blanca espuma, azules lagos

Sufrió la peor condena

Continuar su camino en el mundo de Nada

Existir por siempre, eterno,

Sin su amada

Sin nada

En el olvido por siempre de gente que no creía.

En la nada

Y las lágrimas de hielo caían desde sus lagos

Y a sus pies el charco crecía

Cuando el tirano las derretía

Pero al fin volvió la luna, triunfante, alegre, paz

Deseando envolverlo en feliz sueño

Al unicornio, blanca espuma, azules lagos

Y su prado volvió a ser su prado de estrellas

Y la hierba volvió a ser su mudo refugio

Y la suave brisa volvió a acariciar su espuma

Y la hierba se esponjó bajo su blanco terciopelo

Nieve, esmeralda, ámbar y mares

El unicornio existía

Sometimes

Sometimes, time flies before our very eyes, carrying on its feathers all the words unsaid.

Sometimes, the past brings us all the lives unlived.

Sometimes, all our broken dreams haunt us in the night, dancing before our closed eyes, piece by piece.

And then, almost always, we wonder who said those words, who lived those lives, who kept those whole dreams.

And then, almost always, we prefer oblivion.

And then, almost always, we say to ourselves that the words unsaid were ours, no one else’s, and that they died in the black pond of the wasted words.

We say to ourselves that the life we live is only ours, and that no one is living the one that was destined only to us, and that all the unlived lives die in a deep and unreachable well (so that nobody can steal them)

And we like to think that the dreams were broken with a hammer made of crystal and tears, and that they could never be whole again.

And we go on living our forgotten life.