lyrics crazy world stories art poetry friendship match

lyrics crazy world stories art poetry friendship match

As they say, sometimes we want what we can not have and that we have is just not what we want. Why not send in the heart can tell just loves this stop thinking that, behave well, feel so? It would be good to love someone who loves us, be at peace with who he answers without discussion, without fighting. Love is rare. I can not understand do you?
Sometimes I just want to be invisible to know how to act when they are alone. Do you cry in the shower like me? Or at night before bed? "They laugh in the streets when they think no one watches? Do you like walking in the rain? Is not there anything more relaxing, haha ... after the music, used books and some good science fiction movie? ... How are removed the pressure of life? Because if life is also pressure you have to be able to get rid of it. I like to smile at people, playing music and singing in the street, see the stars at night, rescuing a used book that can be repaired, walking, or just watch any given movie where everything is possible. Dejavú I liked. To say one ... Have fun ... as always ... thanks for matching people ... Marisol. A.

The hours passed. She was awake but did not want to get up, not yet. Something reminded him. What was it?

... Did not matter, almost everything did. A name, a face, a silly song that once heard together. I remembered everything. Had been important in his life, but remember it did not hurt. Now at peace. He removed the covers off, stretched his legs. Yes, I was at peace.
Is that really was important to her, and although not everything went as expected or planned it, knew what he had done for her like it or not. Once he thought he would die if I saw him. Surprise, it did not.
Anyway it was he who was awakened by a lawyer, changed his mind.
He proved he still had dreams in this world for her. He gave a lot of hopes and his hands full of new hopes.
Placed facing the sun, you display of affection, taught him his light. I got the moon, gave him more of a star.
He showed he was still alive. Taught him what love really was. He helped her conquer her fears. He showed what was beyond the horizon, he returned the lost faith. The filled fantasies. Made her laugh, made ​​her mourn.
If you loved or wanted only now not sure. But if you know you love and love is not the same ... he taught.
And although one would like to know that without doubt will give his life in the second when he asked.
Because without him, she did not know that is life.
The room is dark, and she alone remains seated. It knows that it will not have that all the plans they had for the two of them with him. No hard feelings with tears. Only a great love for laughter. And while understanding that will never be together, this will always be safe also in it.
In each new dream críonstruya. Because he learned the formula to dream. And although no longer walk together will be part of the way, because it was who showed him where to go.
And though she knows now that did not want or love her ... just smile ... because it was he who taught him to live. Is not that love? ... Who knows.

marisol