Nunca n a d i e me dio tanta l u z

Entre más aprendo, más aprendo.
Entre más lloro, más lloro.

There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard.
And no song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart.
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-tone loving.

Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart.
Why are we here and where do we go? And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving.
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together.

It's always better when we're together. Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together. Well, it's always better when we're together. Yeah, it's always better when we're together.

And all of these moments just might find a way into my dreams tonight, but I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings.
Or brings new things for tomorrow night, you see, that they'll be gone too, too many things I have to do.
But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day-to-day scene, I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between. With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do or places we got to be, we'll sit beneath the mango tree now.


I believe in memories, they look so, so pretty when I sleep.
And when I wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me.
But there is not enough time and there is no, no song I could sing, and there is no combination of words I could say but I will still tell you one thing:

We're better together.

Te regalo mi orden, mi desorden, te regalo mi norte, mi horizonte, mi filosofía, mis historias, mi memoria. Te regalo mi amor que se acumula, te regalo mis manos, mi locura. Te daré todo lo que me pidas, yo por ti daría mi vida.

Tantos sentimientos nuevos, reflejados en nuestro estado de ánimo, sentidos... y ¿todo para qué? Al final todos quedarán reducidos a un simple nada. Por desgracia o por suerte, las cicatrices y el daño del corazón no se olvidan nunca, sin embargo... los buenos recuerdos siempre pierden nitidez con el tiempo mientras que los dolorosos siguen ahí, tan exactos como al principio.

kiss me like you mean it.
(like you missed me)

¿Por qué no sonreír? Ya te fuiste de mí. Y menos mal que no hubo tiempo de despedidas y pañuelos blancos, quizás fue culpa de la indiferencia o el tiempo que a veces son la misma cosa.

Lo importante no es lo que nos pasa
sino lo que hacemos con lo que nos pasa...

thanks for making me a fighter

Avanzando, retrocediendo, cruzando la línea o yéndonos al pasto, siempre estamos trazando un camino, marcando una línea, hasta el final.

you're making me weak with the way you look through those eyes.

Si no sabes cuando perdonar
y no aguantás las ganas de llorar:
sacá la culpa que no merecés,
salí corriendo y no preguntes más por qué.



















































(POR QUÉ?)

I'm laughing

You know I want you
I really want you
Don't know how bad I want you
I really do
Don't know how bad I want you
I really do.
And when I finally get you
I'll probably want somebody else
I really want you.

Que lindo arruinarse.......

And after all, you're my wonderwall

I like the way it hurts.

Nadacomoirjuntosalapar.

sorry, I can't be perfect.

Puede ser tuya un verano,
quererla es un trabajo bastante malo.

fall apart.

Why so serious?

one

I'm tryin' to forget that but
I'm addicted to you
But I want it and I need it
I'm addicted to you-

STOP CRYING YOUR HEART OUT.