I could write a thousand more songs about you before this one, so that the next one’s for you
Those days when I would sit around with you there’s nothing like it
So do you remember the old times? those were the only times, the only times..
I don’t know how it ended. I don’t know where you ran to. I’ll always be right here
No soy un poema.Soy una historia entrelazada con esta realidad que me limita. ¿Cómo entonces pensar en frases? Pienso en párrafos y en páginas completas llenas de entereza. No soy simples oraciones, soy lugares, personas, sentimientos, colores y sonidos. Soy sabores, rostros, emociones y lágrimas ajenas. Soy mentira y soy verdades. No puedo leerme de otra manera, imposible es disfrazarme de poesía, se me salen los universos de mis sueños entre líneas . Condensarme en rimas o no, condensarme no es posible. Me amplío con cada rostro, cada gesto, cada cambio que es sorpresa o es tragedia. Entierro entre páginas y páginas lo que mi alma grita, dejando morir en cada frase un poco de mi olvido que al leerse regresa en recuerdo.
When you dream about bad things happening, it means you’re still fighting and you’re still alive. It’s when you start to dream about good things that you should start to worry.
– The Road
Wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts
Your here, your eyes are lookin into mine. It can be just my imagination
Before I die I’d like to do something nice so take my hand and I’ll take it for a ride
I want to buy you something but I don’t have any money
All the choirs in my head say: no
To get a dream of life again, a little vision of the sight at the end. But all the choirs in my head say, no
I would need one more touch, another taste of heavenly rush then I believe, I believe it.
“The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we’ve lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we’ve found each other. That means that this good-bye is both a good-bye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.
When I look at you, I see your beauty and grace and know they have grown stronger with every life you have lived. And I know I have spent every life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine must always come together. And then, for a reason neither of us understands, we’ve been forced to say good-bye.
I would love to tell you that every thing will work out for us, and I promise to do all I can to make sure it does. But if we ever meet again and this is truly good-bye, I know we will see each other again, and maybe the stars will have changed, and we will not only each other in that tome, but for all the tomes we’ve had before.”
You’re a lover of the wild and a joker of the heart, but are you mine?
I wanna make you happy
I wanna make you feel alive
Let me make you happy…
About me
17.Dreaming dreams with happy endings .Living in a fairytale, somewhere to far for you to find. Mexican. Science girl, geek, music lover, gamer and weird girl in the world writing a book called My Life.Unfortunatly I'm writting with pen so, I can't erase my mistakes.
