don´t make her love you
if you are going to come and go,´

don´t tell her you´ll protect her
just to end up letting her burn,

don´t make her trust you
if you arent planning on answering her calls,

don´t pretend you understand her
just to get under her skin,

don´t make her show you her demons
if you aren´t brave enough to fight them,

don´t make her fell she is essential
if you are going to walk away,

don´t call to say goodnight everyday
if you want her to sleep when you forget,

don´t make her give you everything just to leave her empty-handed,

don´t make her believe you care
if you plan on dissapointing her,

Don´t make her yours
if you aren´t going to be hers´

Dont make her your bestfriend
if you don´t plan loving her ´till the end

and if i die tomorrow don’t worry
i’m already used to hell

I yearn the mundane,
for a stable home,
for a place where I feel safe,
for common problems and not feeling alone.

lo bonito no son los ojos, son las miradas;
esas que te abrazan y te atrapan,
aquellas que relatan pensamientos
mientras los labios permanecen quietos.

El atractivo de una mirada penetrante,
que te hace sentir el peligro en cada cm de tu piel;
un juego de resistencia y poder que te deja intrigante,
su intensidad te excita y de su vigilar eres rehén.

Súbitamente tu mayor deseo son esas puertas verdes cruzar,
descubrir y nadar en la esencia que hay detrás
Una mirada es lo que finalmente necesitarás,
para desnudarla lentamente y ver sus barreras desvanecerse inminentemente.

either you move fast,
or I move on

it's the silence of the night
that uncovers the volume my thoughts,
their blaring ain't quite a delight,
but since i hate to interrup,
i just hide and let them fight.

lazos quemados,
promesas rotas,
espaldas apuñaladas,
corazones partíos;

almas ahogadas en añoranza,
rechazando el sacrificio de hacer feliz
mientras lloran los fantasmas de lo que fuimos
aprenderé cegada por el dolor de mi cicatriz
a olvidarme de ti.

i wish i were normal
do normal things when i go out
being attracted to normal people
i wish the way I dress sometimes were normal
i wish for my expressions to be common,
to see the world as it truly is
to have normal dreams,
and a normal state of mind
making me a confortable person to keep around
and a perfectly normal person for being loved.

highly vibrating,
for everyone to see,
the dearly beloved,
are kissing as we speak.

como un poema a medio recitar,
como una película con final abierto,
con el corazón lleno de pesar
observo un árido desierto
donde antes había mar

it´s always: your eyes are so pretty,
never, I love the way your eyes light up when you talk about your dreams;

it´s always: your so cute,
never, I love that little smirk your nose makes when someone compliments you;

it´s always: your hair looks so good,
never, I love the way your hair feels through my fingers;

it´s always: I like the way you smell,
never, I want my sheets to have your scent;

it´s always: you sound smart,
never, I am fascinated by your mind;

it´s always: your teeth look so perfect,
never, your smile illuminates my day;

it´s always: I feel I can tell you everything,
never, I promise to never leave;

it´s always: you are so pretty,
never, you are beautiful;

it´s always: them saying I love you,
never them proofing it.