I like to touch.
  Even,  when I am not allowed.
     I like to smell
The fresh memories in your eyes
I like to cry
              Just to feel me alive...
I love my smile
That every night I try to hide
From the moon and from the stars

They will catch me if I smile
That's why I touch
That's why I breath
That's why I get mad with me...

Abuelito :

Quiero compartirle que siempre lo vi como un hombre fuerte y trabajador, si pudiera ser como usted y tener esa fuerza de voluntad sería exitoso en esta vida. Quédese orgulloso de todo lo bueno que ha hecho, dio vida a gente maravillosa, entre ellas la hermosa mujer que es mi madre. Mi abuelo bailador lo quiero mucho. Estoy orgulloso de usted y siempre lo estaré. Trabajare muy duro para que usted también lo este de mi.

You shall go,
Walk away.
Go through.
Those green waters
Are waiting for you...
Leave the red away
And fly little bird.

Rhapsodic moments
Sublimely rising
Singing
Blissfully blending
Piano notes
Exquisite, sweet
Rapturously surging
Precise and pure
Tumultuous as the rain
Overflowing
Rippling, rolling
Thunderous drums
Effulgent, ecstatic
Crashing crescendos
Rising and falling
Passionate sounds
Exultant, blissful
Harmonious melodies
Serene and sensuous
Tender as a kiss.

If you want to love me,
don't just give me your words,
keep your empty promises,
I've had enough of those.

Trace your fingers along my skin
until you can tell my stories,
memorize the hidden scars
and know the depths of my heart.

Cut your fingertips on the cracked
mirrors inside my chest cavity
as they reflect my insecurities
and all my trembling mysteries.

Warm up beside the fires within me,
feed me timber when I begin to fade,
shield me on the dreadful rainy days,
fan my small sparks into flames.

Don't you dare tell me you love me
if you haven't yet wept for me,
felt the sting of my broken pieces,
or burned when I came alive.

*~Matthew Walker~

Do not let
them
overshadow your beauty
with
misconceptions.

Everyone is beautiful,
believe me-
I know.