por què chingados no puedo concentrarme en hacer lo que tengo que hacer?
por qué chingados dura tan poco la noche? :S
bueno, estas chingaderas las recupere de mi antiguo blog en rocanlover.net y pues apestan, transpiran tiamat-katatonia-y algo màs jajajaja
The most beautiful time of day its the dawn and the dusk when the sun it's going down.
I hope that you think of me…
I wonder if you dream of me…
Because am spending lonely nights, maybe i just have got forgotten, have I forget myself too? I dont know, am confused, where have I been? I don't really want to know. I'm trying to find yourself before the sunlight comes, but it's hard.
But, They can't change the way the things are now, I might be wrong… and am walking alone. I will put it all away from me, am trying to be someone else, just for tonight and walk away from all the wrong I've done.
Tonight you can paint the sky any color you like, as long as is dark.
Tonight you can promise that we can stay together, even if you are not here.
But, I can't change the way the things are now, and how did they were before? am losing myself as the stars are still shining brigth. I feel cold but am free, getting away of the pain I felt yesterday, that i think it's gone, as the day…
Tonight my eyes are looking for new colors, its time to look further than i have ever do. Its a different kind of dream…
I clearly realize that you're that light which I gaze
You will leadme somewhere…
Once I saw you, I know… This night belongs to you
Do blame your dreams, or whatever it means to be yourself, there's no way, nothing is as easy as it seems, and you can wait, how long?
Do blame to your dreams , them would know the distance, and how cold the path it's going to be.
This will take a while, then you'll start to float, until you can see, from another point, far from yourself, the lights that now are blinding your glance. The gaze that knows what have been and what will change.
Face the lights, they are different now and shine in another color…
…And they do spread to where your darkness and solitude reflects them.
in your gaze, the lights are part of. now the light is in your eyes and, it's time to illuminate this cold dawn.
and with the dusk, your dreams will come back.
To leave it's the hardest thing to do, when you're going to miss something or someone.
He expects he don't disappear, at all, for someone at least…
and he's leaving this place, and can't retain the tears in his eyes as the sun can't resist to break the night.
but that feeling of solitude it's getting harder with the distance. Yeah, He's alone and with the sadness it's hard to behold the morning sunshine, I guess there's not a lot to say, because it's too much for him to take, maybe he prefers to remain in silence… waiting for something, I hope he don't get lose, even so far away I'll find him.
Nothing of what he said was said with his eyes open, no, no he was never real, he doesn't need to speak because theres nothing more to say, and no one to telling everything that he's carrying inside…
hold his dreams, take care of his dreams because they maybe lost among the lights of dawn
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José Francisco Burrola
www.rocanlover.net
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