Full MoonI know that my heart loves you because beats feel excited and happy when your presence.
I know my skin loves you because trembles with joy when you approach.
My lips want you because you know the language to call them speechless.
I have no doubts: all of me love you, and I wonder if you love me with the same intensity, with the same strength, with the same dreams for the future.
I have to confess that until the day you came into my life I did not know what love was.
I always thought it was a very intense attraction of uncontrollable passion, a desire that words could not explain.
Now I realize that all this is but a fraction of what love can be, and begin to understand that true love, encloses a deep commitment.
Now that I understand all that, I know my heart not only loves you dearly, but also loves you madly.
Sé que mi corazón te quiere porque palpita emocionado y contento cuando sien
First EncounterIntertwined with our eyes, I see that is almost the fit of my shoe.
Not because it is stronger or more intelligent than most, but because she has achieved what few have achieved throughout life.
She has found a weakness in my defense.
All their movements are so elegant, so graceful, so perfect, so ... maybe too perfect.
As the sound of your voice can silence the world and the touch of your skin makes my body shiver.
And when I look into your eyes ... Well, let's just say I'm overwhelmed by your warm, wonderful and magnetic charisma, as if we were just her and me, as if everything else had ceased to exist.
I close my eyes with the intention of blocking all that information, but I know that will be etched in my mind, no matter how hard I try to delete it.
She loves me and accepts me as I am ... makes the decision much easier.
I convince myself that is it ... that really is it .... even long after it has vanished.
And I want everything to be perfect.
I want to be everything you dreamed it
Solitary ManHe, of laminated paper; she, full of lucid emotions, finally clearer and sincere.
But among them stands a figure that breaks the protocol.
He enters her thoughts and sullies his privacy to find out that she is dominated by an authentic passion for life, which flows in the veins mixed with blood, giving strength to his artistic soul.
He has no specific age. It comes from the kingdom where nobody dies.
Sometimes feel that he is dying alive, and his only hope is the death.
He calls the living dead his friends, and calls the living, his executioners.
How many times when laugh also cries... His soul cries when her face laughs.
You are always, when I close my eyes, when I open the window, you are the image in the palm of my hands, what people see in my eyes.
You are what you are not with anyone, literary night, pulsation of death, ridiculous promise and love.
She: A black line extends her eyes ... Blurs the gray pencil, trying to make them even more beautiful. White teeth taste like mint. A