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jueves, 27 de marzo de 2014

If life was a movie

I didn't know love,
I didn't know
'till I lost you.

That you were love.

I didn't realize
'till you were lost
in another man's arms,
enraptured in another man's lips,
shining in another man's eyes,
lost and found
to another, not to me.

Too late I found love,
too late,
you were gone.

If life was a movie
as I walk away it would start raining,
If life was a movie
the rain would soak my soaring heart,
If life was a movie
my retreating back would capture the whole screen,
If life was a movie
you'd look up and see me leaving,
If life was a movie
you'd ache for me and I'll have a second chance.

If life was a movie...

But life is no movie,
life is life,
realization came too late
and now I've lost you.

You are lost and never found to me.


domingo, 16 de marzo de 2014

Lloro

Mis sentimientos coagulan en lágrimas
que se precipitan de mis ojos
para morir en mis labios,
te evaporo con mi llanto
para que no tromboses en mis vasos
y mi corazón no se detenga,
muerte por amor truncado.

Lloro para despedirme de ti,
lloro para dejar de quererte,
lloro para sobrevivir,
lloro para seguir adelante.

Lloro porque después de cada tormenta
vuelve a salir el sol,
no lloro por ti, lloro por mí,
lloro en homenaje al amor.


miércoles, 12 de marzo de 2014

Summer night kiss

Bittersweet summer night scent
is thick with bursting dreams
and teenage sweat,
bodies tumble on the 
dance floor,
convulsing to the rhythm.

Music loud enough
to nor listen nor hear,
worries scatter
in the epileptic light stream,
careless is the slogan
of the young age of no fear.

In the epicenter of chaos
they find each other's lips,
a girl running from love
and a boy running for it.

He kisses to remember,
she kisses to forget,
two fools in and out of love,
the world couldn´t care less.

In the bittersweet summer night
they burst into loving flames,
it ignites in the heart
and runs through their veins.

Beneath the summer night sky
a star combustions to its end,
He kisses to remember
and she kisses to forget.

And in the kiss he's forgotten
and in the kiss she remembers,
a long lost feeling awakens,
formed in the heat of sparkles
a shining new diamond of awareness.

Bittersweet summer night scent
is thick with burning love
and teenage hope,
bodies tangled on the dance floor,
dancing to the odds.

In the epicenter of chaos
they found each other's pains,
a girl running from love
met a boy running for it.

The 
clash of Titans,
a new big bang theory,
a galaxy of newborn feelings,
a universe of possibilities.

Now
he kisses to be remembered,
she kisses to not forget.