千と千尋の神隠し

La luz del sol entre la oscuridad
dibuja una línea en el cielo.
Me lleva a lo lejos, a otro mundo eterno,
donde el mañana regresará.

Me perdí entre los suspiros del ayer,
al sentir el viento frío en mi rostro.
Vuelvo a recordar...

Esa voz que me llevó al futuro que no está,
mientras siento, una vez más, ganas de llorar.
Una vida que se fue junto al atardecer,
que brillaba sobre ti con intensa claridad;
una estación y un lugar que no veré
ya nunca más.

Los blancos pétalos de aquella flor
en armonía bailan en el viento.
Flotando en la belleza de un río invisible
que canta mientras corre por doquier.

Las mentiras infantiles que me acechan,
como una oración a dioses olvidados.
Una y otra vez.

El futuro que guardé dentro de mi corazón,
ese nombre que al final no abandonaré.
Me provocan otra vez muchas ganas de llorar,
por la vida y el amor, el lugar para volver
y aquella luz que brilló sobre tu piel con calidez.

When you feel you're alone, cut off from this cruel world
Your instincts telling you to run
Listen to your heart, those angel voices
They'll see you to you
They'll be your guide back home

When life leaves us blind
Love keeps us kind
It keeps us kind

When you suffered enough and your spirit is breaking
You're growing desperate from the fight
Remember you're loved and you always will be
This melody will always bring you right back home

When life leaves us blind
Love keeps us kind
When life leaves us blind
Love keeps us kind

Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh.

I'll miss you.

Let me go
Let me go
Let me seek the answer that I need to know
Let me find a way
Let me walk away
Through the undertow
Please let me go

Let me fly
Let me fly
Let me rise against that blood-red velvet sky
Let me chase it all
Break my wings and fall
Probably survive
So let me fly
Let me fly...

Let me run
Let me run
Let me ride the crest of chance into the sun
You were always there
But you may lose me here
Now love me if you want
But let me run

I'm alive and I am true to my heart now - I am I,
but why must truth always make me die?

Let me break!
Let me bleed!
Let me tear myself apart I need to breathe!
Let me lose my way!
Let me walk astray!
Maybe to proceed...
Just let me bleed!

Let me drain!
Let me die!
Let me break the things I love I need to cry!
Let me burn it all!
Let me take my fall!
Through the cleansing fire!
Now let me die!
Let me die...

Let me out
Let me fade into that pitch-black velvet night

Hey
There goes my love again
No-one's
Coming now
Hey
Out on my own again
Fading face
Broken frown

Hey
I guess I'm fucked up again
No-one
Will find out
Hey
Stare at your feet again
Don't say
You don't know

This water's dark and cold
God's not where you hoped
In this moment come and gone
It's time we all moved on
It's time we all moved on
It's time we all moved on

Away!

Still I remind myself
How I define myself
Still I remind myself
(I needed to know)
How I define myself
(I needed to know)
I needed to know
I needed
I needed to know

Oh.

Toolbox

Quick tips from Stephen King's Toolbox:

I. Vocabulary

• One of the really bad things you can do to your writing is to dress up the vocabulary, looking for long words because you're maybe a little bit ashamed of your short ones.
• Try to write plain and direct. Remember that the basic rule of vocabulary is use the first word that comes to your mind if it is appropriate and colorful.

II. Grammar

• Check out "The Elements of Style" by William Strunk and Warriner's English Grammar and Composition.
• Simple sentences (take any noun, put it with any verb and make a short sentence) provide a path you can follow when you fear getting lost in the tangles of rhetoric - all those restrictive and nonrestrictive clauses, those modifying phrases, those appositives and compound-complex sentences.
• Avoid the passive tense. Instead of "The meeting will be held at seven o'clock", write The meeting's at seven".
• Another example: Instead of "My first kiss will always be recalled by me as how my romance with Shayna was begun", write "My romance with Shayna began with our first kiss. I'll never forget it".
• Another one: "The writer threw the rope, not The rope was thrown by the writer".

• The adverb is not your friend. With adverbs, the writer usually tells us he or she is afraid he/she isn't expressing himself/herself clearly, that he or she is not getting the point or the picture across.
• Example: Instead of "«Put it down!» he shouted menacingly.", just write "«Put it down!» he shouted".
• Some writers try to evade the no-adverb rule by shooting the attribution verb full of steroids. By using, for example, 'grated' instead of 'said'. Just don't do this.

III. Elements of style

• Easy books contain lots of short paragraphs - including dialogue paragraphs which may only be a word or two long - and lots of white space. Hard books, ones full of ideas, narration, or description, have a stouter look. A packed look. 
• Paragraphs are almost as important for how they look as for what they say; they are maps of intent.
• In expository prose, paragraphs can (and should) be neat and utilitarian. The ideal expository graf contains a topic sentence follwed by others which explain or amplify the first.
• Topic-sentence-followed-by-support-and-description insist that the writer organize his/her thoughts, and it also provide good insurance against wandering away from the topic.
• The object of fiction isn't grammatical correctness but to make the reader welcome and then tell a story... to make him/her forget, whenever possible, that he/she is reading a story at all.
• The Paragraph is a marvellous and flexible instrument that can be a single word long or run on for pages. You must learn to use it well if you are to write well. What this means is lots of practice; you have to lear the beat.

Simplezas v2

No es necesario pensar demasiado
no es necesario buscar entre el entramado mar de tristes hechos
entre las agrias palabras y sus posibles lágrimas
pues tu desprecio ya está dado, tu indiferencia ya lograda
tu poca estima ya manifestada.

Los recuerdos de tu cariño y dulzura poco a poco se desvanecen,
ahora no son más que intermitencias en vano
Porque todo lo que fui he dejado de serlo
y todo lo que quisiste ya has dejado de quererlo.

Sonreí al pensar que alguna vez gemiste de felicidad o placer
pero tu silencio ha borrado mi sonrisa.
Sonreí al recordar lo mucho que disfrutabas de hablar conmigo
pero tu evasión ha borrado mi sonrisa.

Todas las palabras acerca de lo poco que me querías
no son nada comparado con lo mucho que has cambiado.
Supongo que lo mismo puedes decir de mí.
Nos hacemos daño.