Reflexiones de una loca (capítulo I)

Esto que mi psiquiatra se empeña en llamar brote psicótico yo prefiero llamarlo inspiración...

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I wish I could

stop the time

and my thoughts,

all those words

surrounding my head.

Sometimes with sense

Sometimes without it.

I wish I could…

Return back

some months before.

There would be words

I would have never said.

Neither hear you say.

All those words

surrounding my head

That stupid echo

that never ends,

Sometimes with sense

Sometimes without it

But always there.

I wish I could…

Go over there and tell you

Although I know

there is nothing more to say

I have told you

each of those words

All those words

surrounding my head

That stupid echo

that never ends

And repeats once

…and again

Sometimes with sense

Sometimes without it

but always there…

And here alone

I wish I could…

Kill this circular time,

that drives me to Madness

to lose control

in Euphoria city

or in Sadness town.

Stop this roller coaster

and get out of it

by myself

and continue walking

step by step

but every path

leads me to the same place

God knows I try

And I really wish I could…

stop the time

and my thoughts…