I want to confess you my secrets.

My heart is throbbing

for the altar of our moments.

The devil is jealous

‘cause he can see our blessings.

The love you make me feel like a religion

makes me pray every single word to you

'til you save me from my demons.

What a heavenly moment, ah.

I’m dying to feel you again

16th floor on the west side, me and you,
my love, you're the moonlight on my nights.
Have you ever felt like this before?
Long afternoons laying by your side.
Let's have some rest, it's been a long night.
Please, babe, stay 'cause I don't wanna share.
Let me cook the dinner for you
I'll wait for your footsteps on the corridor
and we can drink that wine you've saved.

I wonder if you have nights like mine
where I can't sleep for thinking of you
Sometimes when I look at your smile
I know that you're all mine
even if it's just for a while.

****.

I do miss you.

I miss your eyes.

I miss our nights.

I do miss you.

I miss your breathe.

I miss our laughs.

I miss us.

No paro de pensar

todo lo que pudo suceder,

todo lo que dejamos caer,

todo lo que pudimos ser.

Y en mi cabeza

mis visiones no tienen fin

Tus lazos me unen a ti.

Logro ver a través de ti,

porque no estás más aquí.

"So many “happy birthdays” and only so few I care about. 19 years by your side and there’s still no soul can bust this team in two, we stick together like glue. No thanks ever and I hope you celebrate with me next 71 birthdays please… Thank you so much."

I promise to love you.

At 6:30 am when you’re walking to go to school or whatever road life takes you on, and when you wear your pajamas, your hair is a mess and your eyes are sleepy.

At 8am when we say good-bye for the day and we’re rushing out home, you with a cup of tea and your purse, and I with a cup of coffee and the car keys in the other hand.

At 2pm when I send you that text that you read two hours later but it draws the beautiful smile you have.

At 7pm when you’re tired from the day and people have worn you out and you feel like crying and falling asleep and escaping from everything: I will kiss your forehead, and wrap my arms all over yourself.

At 10pm when you’re heading to bed, even though you probably won’t sleep for hours because of the stress. I will be playing with your hair.

At 3am when loneliness and sadness do not destroy but consume us, and when you cry without an explanation, I’ll kiss your lips softly and tell you you’re the absolute best and that things will be better soon.

I will love you when you grow old; and I will love you after that, I will love you if I’m no longer here.

I will love you.

I will love you.

I will love you.

You know if I would love a song before listening to it.
You laugh at my jokes before I even finish them.
I wish I could live on your chest forever,
because you make me feel like pure gold.
I wish I could protect you forever,
because you make me want to do
all the things I promise to you.

El lobo solamente se quedó mirándola.
La Luna no tenía una palabra más que decir,
buscó y encontró una excusa para poderse ir.
Por su mente no pasó el momento en que la perdió.
Él recorrió todo bosque buscándola.
Ella quería buscar la luz del Sol.
La noche azul perdía todo color y luz.
La obscuridad pronto al lobo consumió.
Era obscuridad,
sus ojos no veían más
que el reflejo de la Luna
Él la anhelaba tener.
Y el lobo aulló.
Era causalidad:
“Nadie la verá como yo”.
Quería verla por siempre ahí,
él la anhelaba tener.
Y el lobo aulló.
Estrellas intentaban darle
brillos opacos.
Eran lo único que lo
protegían de morir.
Y ella libremente paseaba en la noche.
Allí, el pobre se quedaba aullando.
Ella parecía encontrar al Sol cada día,
más brillante cada vez que lo ve.
El se desarrollaba en la obscuridad
y la soledad lo empezaba a poseer.
Se quedó
mirando a la Luna crecer,
quería ser el Sol
y morir por verla brillar,
aunque fuera solamente una última vez.
No podía más.
Y el lobo dejó de aullar.

I love that you
make my body
feel real.
I love that you have
the Midas touch.
And I love
that you
made me gold.

I remember being at the park
waiting for you.
I had my leather jacket on,
a book on my right hand
and tea on the other.
You were the lights on a christmas tree.
You were the confetti on a cake.
You were Bonnie and I was Clyde.
But you disappeared.
Sooner than seafoam,
And I was blue,
bluer than the ocean.