Wednesday, 16 October 2013



The rain is falling
where the fire left ashes
every drop brings life
to this dead carnage


Flowers were witing
for this rain to fall
now all they're awekening
to the nature's call


I know there's hope
where there were none
and now i feel love
and life in my soul


Espectancy ahead
about the near future
there's still pain in my head
and are flying the vultures


But the carnage is flesh
and this flesh is alive
my life is not waste
and i'm not wasting my time


The ghosts won the battle
enjoy the taste of this time
but the victory is not yours
at the end of this fight


I'm healing my wounds
and fixing my armour
sharping my sword
and collecting my arrows


You better be prepare
to make your way home
now there'll be no trace
and your walls will fall


What you think you stoled
always has been in my hand
all you have is a fake
like your words and your plan


You're not in control
the king's still rulling
the justice is about to come
Who do you think you're fooling?





Jonay Martín                                   London 16/10/13


Friday, 11 October 2013



The ships are sailing
to unknown shores
they're singing at once
they bravery songs

About thousands battles
they sing while the coast
is waiting in silence
for the drumms of war

They' re from nowhere
warriors from the north
the axes and shields
are prepared for more

And after the battles
victorious at home
they'll sing about it
a brand new song

Just the tales remains
while the years are gone
the time of thieves
has end with the dawn



Jonay Martín                                                                              London 11/10/13





I've never believed in ghosts
but they're coming sometimes
in the morning to try to break me
at night, to remember me who i was

Their smell is like the fear
their sound like the doubts
carring heavy burdens and chains
that get into the ground

Ghosts can't believe their are dead
that they are buried and gone
and just remain their memories
they are just memories and dust

I'm still not believing in ghosts
they will soon come no more
they are returning to the graves
the only place they belong




Jonay Martín                        London 11/10/13




Just before to know your name
i didn't know where Zlin was
and after the bus gone
i changed all the map

Unknowing faces in the streets
start to become familiar
and tales about people's lives
Appears to be stories from a liar

All the darkness comes to light
waliking trhough the unknown road
when you are decided to fight
to see what is abroad

I start to understand what you're saying
the sounds became into comunication
houses and streets stop to be 
just boxes and directions

I'm feeling a strange yet
but you're not a strange of mine
this people is part of my fate
and your river flows in my mind

Your girls are pictures of summer
your boys walking so fast
and them there in the distance
look like they've forgot the past

I'm still living on chilhood hopes
about a houndred dalmatians
lovely housekeepers drinking tea
and heros coming from war

Where have gone the heros?
they've just lived in my mind?
maybe all of them resting in peace
six feet under ground

Who are the heros of my time?
are there none?
people just living normal lifes
and time is passing and gone

I want to be a hero
not for killing other men
but for take the risk of living
even if they call me mad

The greatness is for the greats
those who keep trying after fall
never surending
after those who steal the hopes

You'll never steal again from me
is not yours what i dream
is higher than your lies
and deeper than your fears

Get out of here you liar!
you don't have part on me
i decided to be happy
i decided to believe

Just before to know your name 
i didn't know where Zlin was
and after the bus gone
i just forgot the past

Your face still been a mystery
your fragrance i mixed in my mind
you're walking from the distance
you're coming from the dark

You speake a lenguage of kings
a tongh speaking trhough times
i want to be part of your history
i'd like to be a warrior for your life

And gone trhough the moonlight
you my lady, me your knight
i'll protect you against the evil
rest in my shoulder, beauty of mine

And when you be awake
you'll be already in my arms
don't worry you my princess
i'll be there until the sun shines

You're so beautifull, so unique
more than i never predicted
you look like shape by ans artist
a poet, a dreamer and an architect

Your columns are atrong and in shape
your levels are in balance
your windows play wuth lights
and your fachade looks like a palace

In you less is more
but more is never less
the minimalism of your own
is enough to be blessed

Your feelings are the diamonds 
on the crown of your beauty
when you cry skies drop rain
and when you're happy stars are shinning

Just before to know your name 
i didn't know where Zlin was
and since the bus has gone
i've been wondering what it was




Jonay Martin                                London 11/10/13


Thursday, 10 October 2013



I never knew my father
Somebody know how he was?
He only left an enveloped letter
and it is just signed: Dad

I've tried to open it

since i was a child
but my mother always said: not boy
is better to wait when daddy's back

I asked people in town

how is my father? when he comes?
Some people told me: he's a hero
some of them: you better run!

He's dangerous boy

a very bad guy
no! he loves you!
you must be out of your mind!

You are week and inmature

He hates that kind of guy
you are crazy and a rebel
he hates the people of your kind

And the days have become months

and the months into years
I'm still waiting at the door
for my father to appears

And there is the letter

turning yellow and getting old
i'm just looking for answers
for the truth to be told

One night i took the letter

while my knees were shaking
my hands were cold and wet
but my heart was waiting

With fear in my heart

and doubts coming trhough
i took strenght and open it
i needed to know the truth

What if he never loved me?

i was asking in my mind
and that was the reason to leave
withouth explanation of any kind

What if he was bad?

and that's the reason to be far
because my mother is protecting me
from the monster of my dad

But what if he was good?

then what's the reason to go?
why is he so distant then?
why is not longer at home?

.......................................



"Hello, my most great gift

my most great conviction
you're more than my son
you're my only addiction

I saw you laugh

when you had not teeths already
when you were for the first time here
in the land of the livings

I couldn't stop my tears of joy

You, my one and only son
Come everybody!
and all creation made a song

Your little hands touched mine

and your eyes stucked on my face
then you started to laugh
i laugh too and took you in my hands

How can i say how much i love you?

there are not words to discribe that
but i'm trying, you deserve it
after all, i'm your Dad

I look distant but i'm here

i'm printed in your heart
with a lifeproof kind of ink
is written: Son of Dad

You have my face

and my capacity to cry
my teeths, my mouth and my ears
and the ability to fly

We both are dreamers

warriors of the road
we don't have a single place
that we could call it "home"

We run into the sunrise

another day, another town
you an explorer, an adventurer
until the sun is going down

Next morning living the life

free from all kind of burdens
that's my gift to you my boy
i love you, never forget it

When you need me

no matter when, no matter how
i'll be there ready for you
i won't let you down

Now i'm on the road

running on my metal horse
the sun is rising at the front
the smell of dreams is in my nose

See you always, my boy, my warrio,

my dreamer, my runner...
And don't forget it boy
your time is comming.


Dad."


...........................................


And sometimes, when the times are weird

and the storm rises
i can hear the noise of engines
the metal horse... is comming back!

The warrior of the road

the king of the bikers
with his leather jacket
his metal horse and his glasses

I call him Dad

the mystery, the legend
for me the normal guy
with a black jacket made of leather

I'll never more be scare of him

we are of the same kind
he's my bearded funny friend
and i'm his loved runner child.





Jonay Martín


                                               



                                              London, 10/10/13