El Nombre de Jesus

La vida cristiana es una montaña rusa.
Altas y bajas,
altas y bajas,
altas y bajas.

No se que me pasa.
La Caida.
La Manzana.
El Pecado!
Nada mas!
No hay justificacion. No hay justo.
Todos hemos caido.
La Caida.
Alejados de Dios.
Pero Dios se hizo hombre.
En Cristo Jesus.
Dios con Nosotros.
Dios Emmanuel.
Jesus.
Dios y Hombre
a la vez.
Creer.
Solo necesitamos creer.
Pidele a el que te de la fe.
El te escuchara si pides con fe.

The Night

If you want to create The Night,
add to the night a full moon.
Aggregate fog and humidity to the equation.
It gives a sense of perfection,
because the heat makes things funny.
Sticky. The best for kisses and touch.
And do not get in a rush!
Walk trough the hood, in a 'lamped' alley.
While the light surrounds the quiet street.
And you walk with her next to you,
she with her dress, you with your suit.
The bench becomes a church.
Fingers with fingers are rings of love.
Close to her.
Closer...
Closer...
Closer...
Electricity by kiss.

But the Night ended like the fog over the South moon.
The dream filled himself with reality.
You are alone again, and heartbroken.
Left behind in the memories of a goodbye.
Is the Night going to be night again?
Will the memories let you live, like you didn't died?

Clear Water

Drip
Drip
Drop
Clear water.
Each drop falls and cleans,
and wonders if
instead of water
they are tears.
Tears of clear water
that runs foward
and washes trough me,
cleanses over me.
Soaks me with the truth.
The truth of your love.
The truth of my love.
The truth that I couldn't
handle neither guard
under the oath of trust
and faith and dependence
on God and His wisdom.
But I forgot about Him,
trying to get to the core
of my passions.
They blocked the flow of the pond.
The river got dirty
in my own thoughts.
Drip
Drop
Drip.
But now it's late.
She is gone.
But the water's clear.
Drop
Drip
Drop
The water is clear.