11/1/10

and now,it's time to leave and turn to dust.

Cuando encuentro a alguien como tú,
suelo imaginar como sería si...
que pasaría si...
Me gustaría despertarme con legañas en los ojos y tu mano agarrando con fuerza la mía.Oler a ti.Verte a mi lado
Y respirar hondo
y volver a dormirme

Desde entonces cuento las horas para que lleguen los viernes porque,como dice la canción,friday i'm in love.

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where i feel at home

And I built a home
For you
For me

Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree that's old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me

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