It is not a poem
but how can someone want it all, and at the same time, feel troubled by it all.

Estoy bastante segura que alguna clase de fuerza tiene que existir para que no abandones esta imagen entre mi corazón y mi cabeza.
Resulta simplemente increíble concebir que si yo te tengo aquí, en mi recuerdo, tan vivo y real, como una promesa a salvo yo no exista como un al menos como acuerdo entre viejos archivos en tu corazón.

Because of you I smile with nonsense
I feel blessed to be here, and to hear the same old songs
Because of you I recovered pieces of trust that were lost in the track
Because you I get lost in time and with the rain drops find again my way to a state of calm
forever grateful

Dear beautiful bright eyes, I'm sorry child
I tried so bad to make you happy, but how many time we failed, and I keep failing, life is amazing and you are to.
Beautiful girl, please stop letting people control your heart, stop speculating what best and just go to the school and shine with all the power you have, stop worrying about no one else but you.
You have the power, you are a star

I don't mean to write a good poem, don't even domine english at all
but confused involves all I have to describe, to say to transmite...
How much I dream to be, and how far I am from that, is not far a appropriate  word because I'm confused to where I'm going to be far from that.