Until we crashed into the floor.

We were two leafs falling down:

One trying to go far and fast,
and the other just following behind,
trying to reach desperately to the first one.

From way up there, you and I, you and I.

—Se niñero de mis hijos.
—Con una condición.
—¿Cuál?
—Que también sean los míos.

Él me hace refunfuñar, desesperarme y salirme de mis casillas, me jala de mi zona segura y me hace notar que me hace falta mucho por crecer.

Él me hace notar que soy más humana cada día, que vivo con muchos miedos y partes de mí que están rotas o escondidas.

Pero sobre todo, me ayuda a comprender que se puede ser valiente y enfrentar esa oscuridad que atemoriza, aún si las rodillas nos tiemblan.

Porque mientras sentimos que el horizonte sigue lejano, el tiempo siempre nos sobrará para hacer con amor cada acción que emprendamos.

Hoy te vi con otros ojos y me dejé sorprender por un extraño al que aprendo amar cada día más.

"Don't you worry there my honey,

we might not have any money,

but we've got our love to pay the bills.

Maybe I think you're cute and funny,

maybe I wanna do what bunnies do, with you,

if you know what I mean...

Well, you might be a bit confused,

and you might be a little bit bruised,

But, baby, how we spoon like no one else.

So I will help you read those books,

if you will soothe my worried looks,

and we will put the lonesome on the shelf."

What am I, darling?

I die when she comes around

To take you home

I'm too shy

I should have kissed you when we were alone

Eres esa semana transformada en sonrisa que podría llevarme a la tumba y jamás contar el secreto. Tantos secretos.

Y eres de esos amores extraños, únicos, que sólo suceden una vez en la vida. Con qué facilidad te me escurres de las manos, te me fuiste despacio entre los dedos, ni siquiera intenté retenerte. No has sido mío, no lo serás.

Toda tu piel escurría el sabor de un placer impermanente y aún así no me sabes a culpabilidad.

La sangre de tus labios, las marcas en tu cuello, la sensación fascinante que me provocó el momento en que declaraste jamás haberlo hecho antes, que yo fui ésa tu primera vez, con esos besos y entre el calor de las sábanas, mis sábanas.

Te tuve entre mis piernas y fue tuyo mi fetiche con las orejas izquierdas.

No hubo momento en que nos cansáramos de estar así, presos de un momento.

Debo admitir que más me enamoré de tu forma tan madura de entender lo que pasaba, de poder reír, de mantener una conversación ahí mismo en la cama, de regresar a la realidad y atreverte a besarme en lo público de una plaza, a espaldas de otros, acariciar mi rodilla bajo la mesa de un bar y volver a besarme.

De platicar abiertamente conmigo, permitirte pensar en ella, escucharme hablar de él. Qué lío, querido.

Tener la consciencia tranquila después de tanto, decirme que te gusto, que no pasará nada entre nosotros.

Fue nuestra esa ciudad junto con el camino de regreso a casa. Y lo que pasó ahí, se queda ahí. ¿No es así? Se queda en lo húmedo de mi memoria, se quedó en los tatuajes que te pinté sobre tus hombros.

What am I, darling?

A whisper in your ear?

A piece of your cake?

What am I, darling?

The girl you can fear?

Or your biggest mistake?

Now Comes The Night.

I've been thinking how absurd this can be.

Write to you with a pen.

Love you at this time.

Wait for you no matter the distance.

And I remember your tears, my love.

I can hear your voice melted, walking into my ears, moving down to my heart.

And I cry just a little inside, I cry.

I don't want to feel the sound of my crawling shouts, all over the fragile skin of a memory that has not been...yet?


Rob Thomas

When the hour is upon us
And our beauty surely gone
No, you will not be forgotten
No, you will not be alone
No, you will not be alone

And when the day has all but ended
And our echo starts to fade
No, you will not stand alone then
And we will not be afraid
No, we will not be afraid

When the fog has finally lifted
From my cold and tired brow
No, I will not leave you crying
No, I will not let you down
No, I will not let you down
No, I will not let you down

Now comes the night
Feel it fading away
And the soul underneath
Is it all that remains?

So just slide over here
Leave your fear in the fray
Let us hold to each other
Till the end of our days

Learning to give up on you.

—Kinda nice to see her smile.

—Kinda nice to know you're fine.

I believe in us.

Will you miss me when I'm gone?

Will you want me again?

You left my body in pain.
Were those your fingers playing me for a last time?

There will be times, I know, that I'll be looking for you.
Looking through me.

Was the last goodbye?
We're not the lovers we used to be.

AGCM

Sorry I feel the fear all over my skin,

if I refuse to walk away the shadows.

Sorry I'm afraid to fall in love,

'cause it brakes me the possibility

of someone taking care of me.

Sorry if he still hurts me,

and if I make him so important;

here is still a tearing child crawling.

Falling pieces, broken mirrors

reflecting all the doubts.

Before you take me away,

I'm holding my knees shaking insane.

There's too much white above me,

blank pages, no sheets of torn papers.

You're inside shining so bright.

Don't you see I can't stand the lights?

Gaming you like a puppet,

it's no good way to keep a lover.

This is the mid time of no ending,

honey moon, you try to put me behind.

Meantime we're still playing

the meaning of dreaming out loud.

Sweet phantom lips, crying's no good,

we are just an artificial us, articial love.

I'm still holding tight the wasted ropes,

can't drop them to the emptiness.

Before you take me away,

I'm holding my knees shaking insane.

There's too much white above me,

blank pages, no sheets of torn papers.

You're inside shining so bright.

Don't you see I can't stand the lights?

An earthquake,

I tell you,

you're a shiver.

No expectations about you.

No ser más que los restos de un pasado,

no existir más allá de las fronteras de llamarnos unos extraños,

y aún así coincidir.

Conservando una memoria.

-I love you.

-Why is it so easy to you to tell it?

-Because I feel it, don't you?

-I do feel it, but it is not easy to me to open myself. And for you it's so simple and you say it easily.

-...

-Well, no. Maybe it's not that easy to you either, but you have the courage to tell it... And I don't.

But I think if you want to wait a little...I think I can find mine too, I can find courage to tell it to you someday.

-I'll wait.

-I'll do things on my own rythm.

-Take your time, I will wait you.

P!nk - Glitter In The Air

Hoy les quiero compartir una canción que me llena el corazón y el alma.

Realmente no tengo palabras para describirla y es que no hay necesidad.

(Te pido que leas primero la letra, siéntela, hazla tuya.

Después, deja que ella te la cante.)

"Glitter In The Air"

Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?

Closed your eyes and trusted, just trusted?

Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?

Have you ever looked fear in the face and said, "I just don't care"?

It's only half past the point of no return

The tip of the iceberg

The sun before the burn

The thunder before the lightning

The breath before the phrase

Have you ever felt this way?

Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?

You're whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone

Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?

Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?

It's only half past the point of oblivion

The hourglass on the table

The walk before the run

The breath before the kiss

And the fear before the flames

Have you ever felt this way?

La La La La La La La La

There you are, sitting in the garden

Clutching my coffee,

Calling me sugar

You called me sugar

Have you ever wished for an endless night?

Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight?

Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself will it ever get better than tonight?

Tonight

[LINK a mi blip.fm y a la canción.]

Pink - Glitter In The Air

Que tu corazón lata con fuerza al final de todo esto es buena señal, te dice "oye, aquí estoy, en tu pecho". Significa que vives.

Wasting time with no waste.

Making plans, layed down over the bed with almost lights out but a lighted candle. Thinking about the things I could do, the places I could go, and the friends I could be with at those imaginary moments.

Having my iPod, playing music, and listening to it with my big black-orange-white headphones. Getting a playlist done with the songs I think we'd like to listen to while driving at the highway; sweet-light balads, singing along.

A video-camera recording everything we do and say, catching smiles, laughing, having fun. I really can feel the wind on my face, the speed.

Dreaming with a "winter love". Yes, a "winter love" would be ideal. To love, to be loved, to kiss, to breath.

And I'm feeling quite secure to consider a place for getting all these thoughts as reality: San Cristóbal de las Casas.

People on streets, the dynamics of the city, artists, tourists, strange faces, new sensations, new people, and a lot of adventures. What a place! And I'm thinking December too. Oh, that's it. Can smell the cold weather at a cottage, the wood's fragance, and the dew at the day's first hours. Why can not think about bonfires using the fireplace, eating sweet marshmallows? That'd be nice too.

All these stuff like a dream, best friends, lovers, places, feelings; that's what it is: A dream.

I'm dreaming out loud and it feels good.