Priscila Rodríguez Aranda. Visual Artist

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The fisher king

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

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

A glimpse of light

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…

By your side

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...

bottom...

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.

Hacia tí

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

A minute with you

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...

Come along

I lift my spirits high for you
contemplating the nothing
laying down in shades of effervescent waters
Among shadows of time and tide flowing through
I become enraptured by the sights and sounds,
In intrigue of nature and beauty.

Come along with me, my love,
and take it all in…

...

                       It's Summer all over again...

hope

                              Lay bare your heart
                            induce the will of love
                         to restore what little faith
                           that you may have lost.

                          As morning brings re-birth
                              a new day will dawn
                          to ease our troubled minds.

                            Turn away on your side
                          and dream of days to come...

dreams

"And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad,

that the dreams in which I'm drowning are the best I ever had..."

...

NO SE PUEDE VIVIR CON UNA MUERTE DENTRO.

(you cannot live with a death inside).

Reinventing myself

I reinvent myself today, remaking me from yesterdays' ashes and tomorros' winters.

No longer imperative voices will silent me, nor a soberb look will bring down my head;

And just as butterflies are reborn; as fragile and vulnerable they can fly,

I reinvent myself from these hands, facing all deaths in freedom and light,

but leaving forever my prisons behind...

for you

To have you in my life,

makes all things fall into place.

Lost things...

These are things you cannot ever recover:

A stone, after you throw it away

A word, after being said

An opportunity, after you've lost it

Time, after it passes you by...

awake...

I wipe the sleep from my eyes
and embrace the light.
I have slept now
for a thousand years
beneath starless nights.
My time has come now,
to renounce the old ways
and see a new dawn rise.
If you and I were one
within the eyes of our designs
it would still not change
the fact of my feelings,
For there is so much longing,
and with the first gentle breeze
we are assailing on an open sea:
On an oddysey of self discovery,

A journey that just begins…

faith

Although I have prayed
that life-giving waters may rain
down on this soul of mine
to cure me from my ways
I carry the sins of my past
hung like jewels in the forest of veils
deep in the heart where the mysteries emerge
bearing the stigma of original sin.
Freedom so hard when we are all bound by laws
Etched in the seam of nature's own hand
Unseen by all those who fail in their pursuit of faith
And yes, I have prayed
that life-giving waters may rain...
And as the night turns into day
Will the sun illuminate my way
or will the nightmares come home to stay,
It matters not: my love lies in chains.

Insomnio

Ahí estás de nuevo...

contemplándome con los ojos abiertos,

En tu obscuridad me despavilas

me llevas a tientas, me aturdes, me hastías.

Bajo tu mirada han perecido mis sueños,

mi aletargada mente se sofoca en pensamientos

ayeres que regresan fragmentados;

presentes confundidos en nostalgias,

y el futuro divaga perdido en penumbras;

tan sólo fantasías pendiendo de paredes blancas

y minutos que dibujan sin prisas esta noche fría

calándome la soledad y el desencuentro.

Verdad que agita mi miedo:

Insomnio: me ha tocado su mano,

y ya no ha dormido mi cuerpo.

The shadow of love

Hidden in night, the languid tear will come
Keeping watch, I am untouched,
but soon I will begin to waste away
overwhelmed by the hurtful sorrow
If only, wasted by fire I could be purified,
I could remove this feeling from my heart,
Yet, I much fear my attempt to be in vane,
for the shadow of love still walks my ground,
And in silence becomes my space,
only but his deep, empty grave...