Todo contigo, o nada con nadieNadie puede amar como amamos nosotros, nadie sufre como sufrimos nosotros.
Y es precisamente por eso, la sensación de tener todo lo tuyo, y de que tú tengas todo lo mío, lo que me provoca el miedo de sentirme aún más solo, vaciando incluso mi orgullo tan necio.
Y me gusta saber que eres mía, y que puedo buscarte para mirarte de frente; con caricias llenas de incendios; con el mar de mis pensamientos hecho un espacio infinito donde tu alma se funda con la mía.
Dicen que antes de morir ves pasar en un instante los momentos más significativos de tu vida. Intentaré alejar todos esos recuerdos, esos pensamientos, ese dulce sufrimiento, para quedarme solamente contigo, hasta ir perdiendo poco a poco nuestros frágiles corazones.
Pero… de repente… lo entiendo: es inútil, imposible.
Te veré pasar por algún rincón de la ciudad, lejos de mí, de mí vida y de mis recuerdos.
Porque vivo animado y a la vez con
Funny How it Works OutI wanted to be his Sun
Making his bright days
But I became his Moon
Even on the darkest of his nights
you're the only wishing well I've ever believed inOpen your mouth and let me drop coins
plip plip plop
straight down your throat.
I'll press my wishes to your lips
and maybe they'll come true.
MoondanceJust you and I in the garden,
dancing under a full moon.
I see the love in your eyes...
reflected in the moonlight.
It's a marvelous night for us--
just you and I in the moonlight.
Nary a care in the world
as the music plays soft and low.
We twirl and shuffle in the night,
lost in the rapture of each other.
Just you and I, myself and you...
nothing else to care about now.
We dance on past midenight,
not taking notice of the time.
I hold you close and kiss you,
feeling your breath so soft.
It's a night for a moondance,
and the dance continues on.
Come the dawn, we might
still be dancing by ourselves.
Us Against The World...It's us against the world, my dear.
Just you and I in a sea of scorn.
They do not understand our love...
and they can't understand, they hate.
You were meant for me, and I for you.
yet others cannot see it that way.
They don't wan't happiness like us, dear...
but in their hatred lays their own downfall.
It's us against the world, my lover.
Just you and I...that's how it must be.
You never have to worry about me...
I'm there to hold you close, win or lose.
Never forget that our love lets us live.
If they can't see that...then we won't forgive.
It's us against the world, forevermore--
fighting the world for our rightful place here.
love and landmarksyou broke down today,
sketching your fears on
yellowed folds of a blank canvas
charcoal smudges and blood stains
masked by peeling brush strokes.
but what scared me the most
the colors of your fears and dreams
naked and permanent,
before my eyes in watercolor,
etching out your heart.
and I wasn't sure
I wanted your confession.
I poured vodka against
the grain and the pastels
bled into the city streets.
I went home and mapped
the letters of my love with
ink and paper dotted with
salted tears and hollow breath.
and if i had let you lean on me
the same way I've leaned on you,
a million times, maybe, more,
i would have realized
our fears were the same.
I'm building a wall,
burying lost hopes and dreams
inside the bricks and grout
just like china.
A Quiet ThingShe waited.
for the false feeling that everyone calls love.
She was looking for fireworks, for a shock of electricity, for the quickening of the heart.
She did not know, that when it came.
It came softly, like an autumn breeze.
It whispered and cooed.
And not a moment went by, that she felt alone.
It is a quiet thing.
But that does not mean that it is not true.