Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Soñando Despierto...

Con la mirada perdida ... entre mundos paralelos al tuyo... imaginandote tal cual eres ... Loca, Seria ... Chispeante o apagada .. Como un Nomada Cansado de tanto andar ... buscando mezclar tus altibajos con mi supuesta calma ... Vagando entre pensamientos y Sueños ... chocando con Libelulas entre los mismos ... buscando respuesta a sentimientos que no hacen ninguna pregunta ... pero donde las palabras sin sentido ... le dan sentido a la vida ... y se responden las inquietantes inexistentes de la misma ... Aqui.. entre nubes de colores ... donde el arcoiris que brinda tu sonrisa ... que llega luego de la mayor tormenta y calma toda preocupacion o problema ... y ofrece un nuevo dia feliz y lleno de sol ... es participe de las mas bellas fantasias ... Caminando por los jardines de mis sueños ... donde estando despierto puedo oler ese perfume de Orquideas que emana de tu Ser ... Y no despierto ... porque ya lo estoy ... mas no me duermo porque si te veo ... la Vida sigue siendo un Sueño ...

Y Sueño Despierto ...

You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
and Based on your body language,
and shotty cursive I've been reading
You're style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is

And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you are biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words, I'm paraphrasing, this relationship we're staging

And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
kind and courteous is the life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear
Cause here we are, here we are
Here we are [x7]
We're still here
what a beautiful mess this is
it's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes.

and through timeless words and priceless pictures
we'll fly like birds not of this earth
and tides they turn and hearts disfigure
but that's no concern when we're wounded together
and we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
but it's nice today
Oh, the wait was so worth it.

Canción: A Beautiful Mess
Artista: Jason Mraz
Fotografia: Katherine Almonte


Lollipop said...

ay el hombre enamorao carajo...

Osvaldovier said...

Que buena entrada, se nota que estabas inspirado.

Josseiяis said...

Me gusto mucho lo que escribiste en este post