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Uno más uno no son dos
uno más uno es el placer de ti
es cada canto de miradas sin fin
es contemplar juntos el siguiente minuto
uno más uno es lo contrario de estar sin ti
uno más uno es sumar, besar y amar.



Viviremos en un castillo
hecho con amores
sostenido por dulzura
protegido con confianza
construido con felicidad
viviremos en nuestro castillo
para no salir jamás.


Se resbala en mis manos
no tiene dirección
carece de explicación
ni tiene sentido ni razón
simplemente es amor
y el mío te pertenece.

Estaba dormido, no te sentí
desperté, no estabas
pronuncié tu nombre, silencio
volví a llamarte, más silencio
me inquieté, lloré
tu ausencia dolió
... tu recuerdo empezó.


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# Posté le samedi 12 août 2006 16:36

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Escribes con besos en el libro del amor
me das hambre de ti, me das infinitos
caricias sosegadas, me das sosiego
como una niña que reza arrodillada
como una flor que acaricia mis sentidos
un sueño en el que tu eres mi despertar
y mi despertar pertenece a tu mirada
y tu sonrisa es mi libro del.
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# Posté le samedi 12 août 2006 16:35

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Si ayer tuviste un día gris, tranquila
yo haré canciones para ver
si así consigo hacerte sonreír.

Si lo que quieres es huir, camina
yo haré canciones para ver
si así consigo fuerzas pa´ vivir.

No tengo más motivos para darte
que éste miedo que me da
no volver a verte nunca más.

Creo ver la lluvia caer en mi ventana,
te veo pero no está lloviendo
no es más que un reflejo de mi pensamiento.

¡Hoy te echo de menos!

Yo sólo quiero hacerte saber
amiga estés donde estés,
que si te falta el aliento yo te lo daré,
si te sientes sola, háblame
que te estaré escuchando aunque no te pueda ver,
aunque no te pueda ver.

De tantas cosas que perdí
diría que sólo guardo lo que fué
mágico tiempo que nació un Abril.
Miradas tristes sobre mí
se anidan y se hacen parte de mi piel
y ahora siempre llueve porque estoy sin tí.

No tengo más motivos para darte
que esta fría soledad
que necesito darte tantas cosas más.

Creo ver la lluvia caer en mi ventana,
te veo pero no está lloviendo
no es más que un reflejo de mi pensamiento.

¡Hoy te echo de menos!

Yo sólo quiero hacerte saber
amiga estés donde estés
que si te falta el aliento yo te lo daré,
si te sientes sola, háblame
que te estaré escuchando aunque no te pueda ver,
aunque no te pueda ver.

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# Posté le samedi 12 août 2006 16:34

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Estoy buscando en vano una sola explicación
que de una vez por todas justifique tanta incomprensión;
si la vida nos importa, y si no somos tan idiotas,
¿por qué nos dedicamos a cubrir el mundo de dolor?

Es cierto lo que dicen sobre engaño y corrupción,
o que miles de niños se alimentan sólo con arroz;
y cuando miras al de al lado y lo ves tan necesitado,
¡que regalo tan preciado La Fortuna nos ha dado!

Y ¿para qué medir el tiempo, si lo nuestro es esperar?
¿para qué sentirnos ciertos, si la vida nos da igual?
o ¿para qué creernos todo lo que vemos?, si al final,
no sabemos ni siquiera si es fantasía o realidad
... o realidad...o realidad

Buscan soluciones: “con el racismo hay que acabar”,
y no saben todavía por dónde van a empezar;
y si todos los individuos fuéramos de un color distinto
seguro seguiría viendo problemas de igualdad racial....

Alguien dijo un día una indudable verdad:
“olvidamos las pequeñas alegrías por lograr la gran felicidad”
...son detalles de la vida que dan otro punto de vista,
quizá sea demasiado tarde cuando los quieras valorar...

Y ¿para qué medir el tiempo, si lo nuestro es esperar?
¿para qué sentirnos ciertos, si la vida nos da igual?
o ¿para qué creernos todo lo que vemos?, si al final,
no sabemos ni siquiera si es fantasía o realidad
... o realidad...o realidad

Y ¿para qué medir el tiempo, si lo nuestro es esperar?
¿para qué sentirnos ciertos, si la vida nos da igual?
o ¿para qué creernos todo lo que vemos?, si al final,
no sabemos ni siquiera si es fantasía o realidad
... o realidad...o realidad
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# Posté le samedi 12 août 2006 16:34

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Ahora ya , pasado el tiempo, me he dado cuenta de quien soy...
Ahora ya no me arrepiento, y sigo dando lo mejor.

Que estoy en un sueño ya , y no quiero despertar,
prefiero pensar que todo sigue igual...
Prefiero vivir aquí, perdido en mi realidad,
dejando pasar el tiempo...

Y amarnos hoy , y darte todo ,
y que si me voy, volveré muy pronto
para ver tu felicidad, y bebe tu energía.

Ahora ya ha soplado el viento, y mis pasos vuelven a sentir...
Ahora ya no me lamento cuando no tengo adónde ir...

Que estoy en un sueño ya, y no quiero despertar,
prefiero pensar que todo siguen igual...
Prefiero vivir aquí, perdido en mi realidad,
dejando pasar el tiempo...

Y amarnos hoy, y darte todo
y que si me voy, volveré muy pronto
para ver tu felicidad, y beber tu energía....

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# Posté le samedi 12 août 2006 16:33

Modifié le samedi 12 août 2006 18:13