Mirando por la ventana
la luna veo
una pregunta nace
la que dice
¿Estará mirando la misma cara de la luna?
Caminando por la calle
me tomo un momento
para sentir la brisa pasar por mi cuerpo.
Y de repente una pregunta surge
la que contiene la siguiente duda
¿ Será que esta brisa, la que me abraza ya ha pasado por allí? O...¿ Será que se está dirigiendo allí?
¿Y si uso la brisa y la luna como aliadas?
El envío de besos y abrazos no sólo me saldrían baratos, pero llegarían más rápido que siendo enviados por correo normal.
Me pregunto luego, si podría detener el tiempo
sujetándome fuerte de las agujetas del reloj más grande que encuentre
Si ese método resultara eficiente, ¿me darías un beso?
Si pudiera burlar las cuatro dimensiones...¿Sólo entonces podríamos llamar a nuestro amor eterno?

Time would tell
what present cannot.
Present knows what time forgot.
The past sees the future and thinks it needs to move on
just as my present wants the future to come already.
That thing that never happened hides in the corner
waiting for the present to show up.
The past, present and future lined up the same day that forever after came to play in life.

It all started with a kiss. Followed by confusion.
Then Love came along and stay for a couple of hours.
A lot of colors represent those happy months, most of them were red, white and I have to say that blue was also present.
Everything fell apart around the time when the Earth surrounded the Sun,when everything turned blue.
No matter what color, planet or actions I see, study or live it all comes back to this.
Eleven.

If we can buy and sell time how much would it be?
How much would it take to buy a moment of happiness?
What things can we trade to sell of those times our tears dropped?
If there is a price to dream, would you care paying for it? What would you dream be?
If you had only one option either to give or gain time with your love, which choice would we yours?

Committed I am to find a way out.
Out of here where your eyes can't find me and your words don't hurt me anymore.
Where the blue sky can guide me, allowing me to be free from your torture.
How funny is it that the place where you go can make the difference, can change your life?
Suddenly the world gets smaller when I think that running away from you is not possible, but when I taste the idea my world gets infinite.
I wish I could stay, I wish I could leave, I wish I could be free.

There are not enough words to describe what we have.
All the world's love songs combined are not enough to say how much I love you.
Why is it that I can let you go? Why people move on and I can't see the light?
There are not enough words in this world to make you understand that this is real, that my soul and heart belong to you forever.
Every language has a word for love, but non of them are correct.
This is beyond comprehension and human mind, this is what rules the world, what makes it spin.
There is not enough words to describe... you, my love, and what we have.

Atascado en el tiempo uno está, cuando dejar el pasado atrás no es una posibilidad.
Las agujetas del reloj no dictan más que el tiempo que pierdo siendo exclava de mis recuerdos.
¿Porqué no puedo dejarme llevar? ¿Crear nuevos recuerdos y empezar de nuevo?
El miedo habita mi mente. Los recuerdos dictan mi futuro y yo sigo viviendo en el pasado.