Desde El Otro Lado (con arma blanca)

I feel my heart beating, I am a soul without a body.
I am a sad memory, the eternal resentment forgotten.
Day and night wandering aimlessly, seeking calm.
Here begins the ritual, my spirit is the saving voice. The shadow that illuminates my grave is my youth, those blows on my temple resound beneath this cross. My dreams are blood and they are staining my life, they are tightening this noose around my neck, it's a mortal wound.

My hands try to touch you, but they get lost in the void of my sad death, in another space. I am energy blinded by rage, I am only hysteria, magic turned into tragedy, hatred and misery. I am matter rotting among marble, flowers, and crosses, the story of when dawn breaks and you no longer shine. Forgotten in time, cruel time that locked me up, under iron statues; not by mistake, it was my exile.

If you look at my grave, you can feel my aura. The magic, the sweetness of my gray nostalgia in my tomb. Chains on my feet reach you, whips on my skin. The trance begins, it's like a cancer. Dance to the sound of my laments and my fears, listen to me cry alone in this desert. On the platform of the station of the living, waiting for an express to my last Eden and a 'memorandum'.

You can hear the voice inside you from the other side, I was banished to the underworld of the condemned, isolated from loved ones. My reality is a story, subjected to oblivion under a tombstone. The darkness has me trapped in this grave, since my name was imprinted on that slab. My body rests, while my soul wanders without finding calm in this field of lilies and roses.

I only remember that moment, the day of my execution; life passed quickly before me at the firing squad. The pain of a childhood in war that encloses disgrace. Four shots, but I am the coup de grâce. My vital signs dropped, while my veins emptied into soil devoid of democracy. The end of my existence was a sentence, in a pine box tailored for an eternal farewell.

A scene of panic and sorrow was waking up, inside a coffin, wounded amidst a spectral silence. Oxygen was leaving me, I walked breathless towards the mountain of souls. No, I don't want to be fodder for insects. You can see my nails torn out, marked on the lid. Useless attempt to escape death reigning there. 'Help me, please' I shouted without a solution. Buried alive is the reason why today I ask for my exhumation.

From the other side, death is the beginning of another life. I am a soul seeking calm wandering lost. From the other side, fate is served under a tombstone. One more day, one less day for the farewell. From the other side, death is the beginning of another life. I am a soul seeking calm wandering lost. From the other side, fate is served under a tombstone. One more day, one less day for the farewell.

She made me an unfulfilled promise of a life. The sun was forbidden to me, the moon and the stars prohibited. Giving me everything was the result of unsustainable passion, later, stealing it from me, hidden homicidal instinct. Lost illusions, dreams of glory shattered due to ingested shit during pregnancy. I only asked for hugs and she offered me her contempt; vice was her leisure, that's why I paid a high price.

Without trial condemned to the eternal century between two worlds, where I wander aimlessly between heaven and hell. Without summers or winters, with an internal dilemma. Since yesterday I think of nothing else but seeing her dying body. I didn't see the light for a second, it's so much that I imagine. I had the right to give myself a future, not a destiny.

My path dwindled in an episode, denied love brought me to this side where I have filled myself with hatred. Who gave you the right to decide my fate?. Is there such a strong reason, that before being born, they condemn you to death?.

After that lifeless body, a living spirit remained. I see how you waste what you stole from me for no reason. I ask for blind justice for you, that an overdose of what brought me here makes you be with me. I ask for a just end to your days where I was not. Seeing you die would change little, but it would make me happy.

I couldn't dodge the frontal and mortal impact, I can't escape a sudden fatal destiny. The end of my days came like a stab, and after three somersaults, I crossed the window. Bleeding on the road, vision of my own burial, I see death dressed in black. I cling to my hope, but my strength is not enough to breathe, and so much longing makes me delirious.

Witness of my own holocaust at only thirty, dying and exhausted on a deserted highway. My mind still awake, says to hold on, but my agonizing body lives its last moment. Trembling sensation as I choose a prayer, I doubt if God is just an illusion. Desperate and with no time for a miserable tear, I write my last page and remember my childhood in milliseconds.

I rise, I see myself lying on the ground, there is no more pain. Angels, demons dance around me. I see a cold glow like a rock; it hits me, touches me, and a voice invokes inside me. I am death and I have come to take you with me, but what will happen to my wife and my son, my parents and friends? Don't look back and forget the torment, I will touch them and take their souls when the time comes. But I still have a lot to live, a lot to do, a lot to love and feel, I can't go. This is no longer your world, you have crossed to the other side. Your time has come and you can't choose it.

You are unjust and sad, why do you choose at your whim?, why do you exist?, why did you come for me before time without more? I want to see another sunrise and my son grow up, not disappear to never return. There is no turning back, it's your destiny. You are born to die, that's your sign. Don't waste a second, darkness awaits you for all eternity. You will come with me to see the world.

From the other side, death is the beginning of another life. I am a soul seeking calm wandering lost. From the other side, fate is served under a tombstone. One more day, one less day for the farewell. From the other side, death is the beginning of another life. I am a soul seeking calm wandering lost. From the other side, fate is served under a tombstone. One more day, one less day for the farewell.