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.

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

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.

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.

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

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 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.

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

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

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