Parece que poder decir lo que pienso se ha vuelto algo sexy. Poder dejar fluir ese sentimiento de romanticismo reprimido y ponerlo en palabras no resultó agobio ni vergüenza.
Si todo sigue curso después de esto, todo será más claro. Y si no, simplemente seguiré intentando pero con esta nueva estrategia, la de ser yo. Y capaz que el romance para mí no pasa por flores sino por compartir, no por salidas de película sino por una sonrisa cómplice, pero aún así lo llamo romance.
Y que la mirada tímida me devuelva sorpresa del otro lado.
-Yo todavía creo en el amor
-Eso es muy lindo
Monday, 26 December 2011
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Feel
Sentirse así...
Come and hold my hand, I want to contact the living
Not sure I understand this role I've been given
I sit and talk to God, and he just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language I don't understand
I just want to feel real love, feel the home that I live in
'Cause I got too much life running through my veins
Going to waste
I don't want to die, but I ain't keen on living either
Before I fall in love I'm preparing to leave him
I scare myself to death, that's why I keep on running
Before I've arrived I can see myself coming
Come and hold my hand, I want to contact the living
Not sure I understand this role I've been given
I sit and talk to God, and he just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language I don't understand
I just want to feel real love, feel the home that I live in
'Cause I got too much life running through my veins
Going to waste
I don't want to die, but I ain't keen on living either
Before I fall in love I'm preparing to leave him
I scare myself to death, that's why I keep on running
Before I've arrived I can see myself coming
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