Ritual

(Hoy es la primera vez que escribo aquí fuera de un relato o canción... Sin duda, dadas las circunstancias de hoy publicaría nuevamente The Curse of Your Eyes, mas esta canción ya se halla en esta página de relatos.

De no ser porque mañana tengo a primera hora un exámen hoy me llevaría horas y horas escribiendo: es posible que el Creador de Sueños; es posible que una canción... es posible que algo nuevo, o tal vez una continuación. Al son de Dissapear publiacaré una de mis canciones favoritas (de las made in Absentia))



Ritual:

On a cold winters night
Shadows walk with little lights
And nothing knows where they go
Forest covers me, I’m alone

What`s I hear? What’s they say?
(The) river talks; (the) last week the same
And fright rules on myself
I don’t know how to scape

No, I don’t know
What’s happening today?


Shadows are men, clothes dark
Clothes with large capes
And hoods that hide their faces

Dances, dark songs
On a clearing lighted by stars
While a dark moon begins to light their faces


A lot of eyes from the wood
Looks the fire, nothing moves
Shaman turns, on the green
They all are of knees

Ravens flies, Owls looks
I’m scare, but I can’t move
Wolfs now howl, and walk around
(the) Shaman calls me, towards him I walk

And no, I don’t know
What’s happening on me?


Turns, jumps and singings
Arround a green burning flame
All take part on this ritual (that) never ends

Dances, dark songs
On a clearing lighted by stars
While a dark moon begins to light their faces


Shadows are men, clothes dark
Clothes with large capes
And hoods that hide their faces

Dances, dark songs
On a clearing lighted by stars
While a dark moon begins to light their faces

Turns, jumps and singings
Arround a green burning flame
All take part on this ritual (that) never ends

Dances, dark songs
On a clearing lighted by stars
While a dark moon begins to light their faces


Daniel Villanueva
para Absentia


(¿Melancolía? Tal vez, mas no hay daño: solo frío... mucho frío)