Mi favorito.
martes, 23 de septiembre de 2008
lunes, 8 de septiembre de 2008
Why after all this time... my feeling can't explain...
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miércoles, 3 de septiembre de 2008
I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find
Living a life that I can't leave behind
There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
While every day my confusion grows
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say
I feel fine and I feel good
I'm feeling like I never should
Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday
I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself
That if I hurt someone else
Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say
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lunes, 25 de agosto de 2008
I'm in a constant daydream...
Soñé que él se sentaba cerca de mi cabeza,
suavemente rizaba mi pelo con sus dedos,
mientras su tacto emitía una dulce melodía.
Luchando contra un ímpetu de llanto,
miré su rostro y
deje que la agonía de palabras nunca dichas
destruyeran mi sueño como una burbuja.
Me incorporé y ví el resplandor de la Vía Láctea
sobre mi ventana,
como un mundo de fuego en silencio,
tan brillante y frío
mientras me preguntaba si en ese momento
él tenía un sueño al unísono con el mío.
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jueves, 14 de agosto de 2008
Primero fueron las barajas, el ajedrez y los juegos Mi alegría.
Después el Turista, Monopoly y el Scrabble...
Pero hoy por hoy, el juego de mesa que no te debe faltar en esas tardes aburridas es:
lunes, 11 de agosto de 2008
She did it again...
S E R I O U S L Y H O T
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domingo, 10 de agosto de 2008
Me he perdido y ya no quiero salir de aquí
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jueves, 7 de agosto de 2008
Ten . . . kiss me on the lips
Nine . . . run your fingers through my hair
Eight . . . touch me . . . slowly
Seven . . . Hold it!
Let's go straight . . . to number one
Six . . . lips
Five . . . fingers
Four . . . play
Three . . . to number one
.
.
Lips
Fingers
Feel it?
Touch and go . . .
. . . to number one
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jueves, 31 de julio de 2008
I'm tired of that game.
I'm tired of thinking.
And I want to say...
Don't get close to me.
Don't be happy to see me.
Don't touch my shoulder.
Don't look me in the eyes.
Don't accept me.
Don't reject me.
If you want to say something, keep it to yourself.
Don't think I'm unreachable.
Don't think I'll be there for you always.
Don't make me feel happy (or sad).
Don't mess with my mind.
Don't ask me if I want of your smoke.
Don't try to have smart conversations with me.
Don't make fun of what I feel.
Just stand there, in hold, static, in parsimony.
Why do you get so near me?
Why you're in denial?
Why do you smell so good?
Why do you smile at me?
Why do you play games?
Nevertheless, I can't help like you.
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miércoles, 23 de julio de 2008
Here on my own
All on my own
How good it feels to be alone
Tonight
And I haven't felt so alive
In years
The moon
Is shining in the sky
Reminding me
Of so many other nights
But they're not like tonight
al llegar la noche
la nostalgia y los recuerdos se hacen presentes en mi.
Hay que saber como dejar que fluyan,
y recordar con una sonrisa
dar un respiro y regresar.
Para poder seguir viviendo el hoy
hay que aprender a dejar ir,
seguir caminando
nunca olvidando lo pasado, sino atesorándolo.
Miss u S
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