Sunday, May 30, 2010

Pequeño saltamontes


La melancolía es la mejor amiga de un escritor.




You say you love me
And I hardly know your name
And if I say I love you in the candle light
There's no-one but myself to blame
But there's something inside
That's turning my mind away
Oh how I could love you
If I could let you stay


It's late - and I'm bleedig inside
It's late - is it just my sickly pride
Too late - even now the feeling seems to slick away
So late - though I'm crying I can't help but hear you say
It's late It's late It's late
But not too late


The way you love me
Is the sweetest love around
But after all this time
The more I'm trying
The more I seem to seem I let you down
Now you're tell me you're leaving
And I just can't believe that it's true
Oh you know that I can love you
Though you know I can't be true
Oh you made me love you
Don't tell me that we're through

It's late - and it's driving me so mad
It's late - but don't try to tell me that it's
Too late - save our love you can't turn out the light
So late - I've been wrong but I'll learn to be right
It's late It's late It's late
But not too late

I've been so long
You've been so long
We've been so long tryin' to work it out
I ain't got long
You ain't got long
We've gotta know what this life's all about


You're staring at me
With suspiction in your eye
You say what game are you playing?
What's this that you're saying?
I know that I can give no reply
If I take you tonight
Is it making my life a lie?
Oh you make me wonder
Did I live my life alright


It's late - but it's time to set me free
It's late - but there's no way it has to be
Too late - so let the fire take our bodies this night
So late - so let the waters take our gilt in the tide
It's late It's late It's late It's late
It's late It's late It's late
It's all too late

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Una pequeña sonrisa de Amelie





Un pase por la playa, una chapuzón. Una sonrisa, una mirada. Me muero por tí, lo sabes. Pero aún así, todo seguirá igual. Playa, amigos y sol. ¿Buen plan, no? ¿Quién, quisiera algo más?
..Mejor no responder a eso, ¿verdad?










Abrázame y no me digas nada sólo abrázame

Me basta tu mirada para comprender que tú te irás...
Abrázame como si fuera ahora la primera vez








Wednesday, May 19, 2010

No te acerques.






Lo más lamentable de todo, no es que te fueras a disculpar después de tanto tiempo, a reconciliar, a pedir perdón, a ser amigos.

Lo más lamentable es, que la camisa blanca te sienta de maravilla y no puedo evitar acortar la respiración e hiperventilar cuando te acercas. ESO, si que es lamentable.




Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Monday, May 10, 2010

Un sin fín






Intenta imaginar, que todo fuese diferente, que esta noche no se calla y que por la mañana recibo un beso tuyo diciéndome buenos días. ¿No puedes verdad? Yo tampoco.
Porque siempre amanece sin tí.




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ooGZ98iLTys&feature=related

Saturday, May 8, 2010

¿Por qué?




Porque a mí, una foto no me sirve da nada. Con una foto, no puedo sentir tu presencia ni tu calor, ni puedo oír tu risa, ni ver tus ojos posar sobre mí al intentar resistir las ganas de mirarte todo el tiempo.
No puedo apoyar mi cabeza en los hombros de una foto, no puedo. Sé que no lo quieres comprender, pero yo tampoco quiero perderte.
Te dejaré en paz, pero luego no me pidas que sonría, porque no podré.
Y pensar, que equel emoticono, nunca será mío...




For you there'll be no crying
For you the sun will be shining
‘Cause I feel that when I'm with you
It's alright, I know it's right

And the songbirds keep singing
Like they know the score
And I love you, I love you, I love you
Like never before

To you, I would give the world
To you, I'd never be cold
‘Cause I feel that when I'm with you
It's alright, I know it's right

And the songbirds keep singing
Like they know the score
And I love you, I love you, I love you
Like never before

Like never before; like never before.








Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Perdida en el labertinto de las nubes







Si se estrechan las manos, si se abraza,
nunca es para apartarse,
es porque el alma ciegamente siente
que la forma posible de estar juntos
es una despedida larga, clara
y que lo más seguro es el adiós.