miércoles, 22 de junio de 2011

 Soy FELIZ (muy)

I'm in love with you

I've been waiting all my life for this morning
Just to wake up next to you holding me
And your head is resting gently on my shoulder
Like you're whispering to me
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
So glad I found you
I'm in love with you
When we're leaving dreams and rolling back the covers
All at once we're getting ready for the day
It's when you look at me in the mirror while you're shaving
Before I go on my way, you say
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
You're the one I choose
‘Cause I'm in love
Love is joy and love is pain
It's kissing in the rain
It's doing dishes when it's late
Isn't it, baby
It's the art of compromise
It's hellos and long goodbyes
It's the picture of our lives
Isn't it crazy
So I'll call you when I get to where I'm going
And I'll tell everyone we know you said hello
And without fail they'll ask me if I miss you
Of course I do, you know I do
‘Cause I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
You're the one I choose
I'm in love
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
I love you just the same as I did the day
I fell in love with you



domingo, 19 de junio de 2011

500 days of Summer

"A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other. Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever."

miércoles, 8 de junio de 2011

Todavía una canción de amor


No te fíes si te juro que es imposible
no dudes de mi duda y mi quizás
el amor es igual que un imperdible
perdido en la solapa del azar

La luna toma el sol de madrugada
nunca jamás quiere decir tal vez
la muerte es un amante despechada
que juega sucio y no sabe perder

Estoy tratando de decirte que
me desespero de esperarte
que no salgo a buscarte porque se
que corro el riesgo de encontrarte
que me sigo mordiendo noche y día
las uñas del rencor
que te sigo debiendo todavía
una canción de amor.

No acudas si te llamo de repente
no te pierdas si te grito piérdete
a menudo los labios más urgentes
no tienen prisa dos besos después.
Se aferra el corazón a lo perdido
los ojos que no ven miran mejor
cantar es disparar contra el olvido
vivir sin ti, es dormir en la estación.