March 2011
20 posts
February 2011
23 posts
Listen
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
Not what you see.
No life’s so short that it never learns. No flame’s so small that it never burns. No page’s so sure that it never turns.
Don’t worry about a thing, ‘cause...
Only you.
Sólo tú le das brillo y Amor a mi Corazón. Sólo tú me miras con tanta pureza y belleza interior. Sólo tú llenas de Alegría a mi Alma. Sólo tú conoces mis secretos, deseos y anhelos. Sólo tú me transmites calor con tus ...
“Your beloved needs you now.”
Greater than.
“I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.”
—Robert Fulghum
Long suffering.
Triumph belongs to those who endure.
Eyes that know me.
He has sorrowful eyes. They are not sad, even when faced with some great tragedy, but sorrowful. There is a veil of deepest melancholy in those dark eyes that floods your soul with an inexplicable wave of nostalgia whenever they meet yours. His pensive, brooding eyes that can pierce your soul with a single glance, they are beautiful.
Destiny
Me hacen daño tus ojos, me hacen daño tus manos. Me hacen daño tus labios que saben fingir. Y a mi sombra pregunto, si esos labios que adoro, en un beso sagrado sabrán mentir.
Aunque viva prisionero en mi soledad mi alma te dirá - te quiero. Nuestros labios guardan flama de un beso voraz que no olvidarás mañana.
Flores negras del destino nos apartan sin piedad. Pero el día vendrá en que seas...
