I still ask myself... How did we start dating? What led me and you to “US”? Is this really genuine? I didn’t fall in love with you,
Vi cómo los perfiles del tiempo se posaban levemente en mi piel dejando una marca.
There are times when I’m surronde… and in the darkness I look up to s… You see, each time this happens, I try caressing a cheek that isn’t… In the sound of the solitude,
like chocolate, my heart it melts sometimes nutty or too dark yet this fist of muscle
How can you say you love me, when all you do is cause me pain? You’re supposed to be here for me, to shelter me, to hold me when I cry. You just sit there with the same accusing thr...
I know what i did was wrong, but i never did it before . You have to give me another chance we were off on a great start, baby it didn’t have to end this way .It could’ve been solve in ...
These scars that cover my body each represents a painful memory. For each painful moment another insision into my flesh. Every punksher releasing the pressure inside. I feel no pain as ...
Noche fría, calamidad empieza, la madrugada queda corta por un momento al pensar que ya se fue todo lo idealizado por el recuerdo de haber sido algo y no ser nada. Sentir que te ahogas,...
By Stanley Collymore I cannot say with absolute certain… fell in love with you - since it a… me it’s always been that way. Even… it would have been nice to know th…
in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…
Solo se quedó en la calle Cuando ya nadie lo conocía Olvidado por su familia Como un ser que no vale. Como temblaba de frío
Every day that we go through, only… The time when dreams come out to p… During the day our eyes are open,… Because once the light is taken aw… Once we enter the land of dreams,…
Indígenas trans bailando twerking… beduinos con guitarras eléctricas… confesionarios virtuales con curas… tutoriales de como pajearse correc… de cómo comerte con tu pareja,
My favorite color is red because it is the color of blood and in contrast to your eyes the homeland that I long for is shown, what would the wind be without your hair? just the promise...
There is a stream of what could have been which flows on with the same rate and newness of what is.
La compañía de las sombras sobre las sábanas fluye a través de la veneciana. El sol sostiene la respiración antes de sumergirse en la oscuridad. Las colinas guardan el secreto de la lag...
Quisiera que supieras que te am… Que las palabras se rompen como… Quisiera que supieras que te am… Y que me tome la prueba tu cuer… Hoy que me mantengo viejo y aisl…
You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
rain rain go away because of you t… slit my throught cut out my heart tear it apart poison tears stream… my heart beats at a steady pace as… alone and standing int the rain i…
Your eyes, relay a story, of dream… Yet, the fragrance of your perfume… The heart can’t hold conversation,… But as you look at the water, you… A dream, can last a lifetime, yet…
Cerca del corazón te quisiera llev… Porque en todo su cariño te aprend… Amar. Cerca del corazón te quisiera tene… Para que me aliente tu vivido ser.
Húmedos son los momentos En que bebo tus placeres, Húmedos son los deseos Que me corren por las venas... Húmedo es el sosiego
Paint me a landscape fields of gre… horses run wild by a tranquil stre… blend into the picture some trees… cloud over blue with an horizon of… Sketch me a portrait of an ageles…
Lluvia dorada, sobre mi ventana, suspira el viento en una serenata. Las gotas caen,
By Stanley Collymore Why should I or any other logical… sensible and highly intelligent person, basically wantonly, inconceivably or deferentially giv…
We’re in the year of the crossroad… we’d miss our turn, rushing to our… The two of us in each others arms, pink in the face, giggling to the… Your glitter-red shoes squeak with…
Gotta stop Thinking this way Pondering these things Day after day Nothing gone
I was told it was a matter of time… I was asked about the time. I don’t understand what time is. Sometimes is a flux of light, sometimes is a flash of memory.
Loving you is as hard as trying to… But as easy as watching a daisy bl… Loving you is as beautiful as the… Yet as ugly as the aftermath of hu… Loving you is as complicated as tr…
Eres una mujer extraordinariamente Fenomenal, Tan hermosa para adaptarse a una Figura de moda, A veces te preguntas: dónde está