Love song

Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt
Suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything Take away
But standing in front of me
Every breath, every hour has come to this
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
All along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
One step closer
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
All along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

¿Qué nos queda por hacer?

Hazlo algo tuyo, que yo lo he de agradecer.

Smile

Smile, because you can.
Smile, because you are beautiful.
Smile, because you are alive.
Smile, because you are living a dream.
Smile, because you have a perfect smile.
Smile, because you have the best friends in the world.
Smile, because today you are happy.
-Smile +Why? -Because you are perfect.

Sueño de una niña

Y al ver a la paloma alzar el vuelo, sentir envidia de su libertad, de sus alas, de sus ojos, que verán mil maravillas que tu ansias contemplar.
Sentir envidia del viento que la lleva , y de la corriente que la eleva.
Por un momento pararte a pensar: "yo de mayor quiero volar".

Una noche mágica...

A veces, una sonrisa ajena es lo que te hace sonreir :)

La lágrima que besa la arena

Y al ver al sol caer tras el extenso mar, tristeza, melancolía, negación, ansiedad.
Solo un pensamiento, cualquier tiempo pasado fué mejor. Quizás cierto, quizás no.
Ahora ya es tarde, la lágrima besa la arena y después de ella cincuenta más, una detrás de otra, sin parar.