que mas puedo escribir, si lo que mas me inspira eres tu que me crucifiquen, por dedicate mis versos, palabras y fragmentos nacidas de mi enorme corazón. que me crucifiquen, por darte todos mis besos, tiernas caricias y amor, que el único dueño de mi passion eres tu. y si algún día nos llegaremos a [...]
Every time I listen to boleros, it is as if the strings of the guitar were made of my heart instead of alloy. each melodic strum teasing me; and the languish, the yearning, its passionate lyrics reminiscent of this love with every caress of the strings, and the singer's sincerity; all of it reminds me [...]
Per usual, this is another letter for you. Did you wonder if I loved you today? If so, the answer is yes, I do. Sometimes I feel like I'm writing to 24-year-old you, not 48-year-old you. I imagine you much more handsome back then, without as much charm as you have now. You're a tricky [...]
estoy tomando y pensando en ti por que me tratas así, si sabes cuanto te amo y deseo. como el humo te evaporas de mis brazos, unas noches conmigo, abrigándome empapándome con gotas de tu agua. y por las mañanas te desvaneces. por que me haces estor amor, si sabes cuanto te amo y anhelo.
It's 3am and I am up thinking about you. I toss in turn in my bed, fumble in my sheets and sigh. My arm drapes over a pillow, and my fingers hang from the edge of the bed. I wish we were still together. I wonder what you think about. You said recently that I [...]
this blog post is inspired by the song by Strawberry Switchblade... I tend to fall in love with minor things. The rhythm of a song, the smell of certain flora, the smile or laugh of a stranger. It makes me happy to appreciate the details in life, and I hold them dear to my heart [...]