yo no veo el futuro prefiero tenerte aqui, 
conmigo lo necesito asi no pienses, 
no pienses en mañana vamos amarnos 
hoy ahora este momento vivir 
mi vida yo tratare de olvidarte, 
pero la luz de tus ojos brillan 
eres un angel que alumbra mi corazòn. 

yo no quize decirte lo que yo queria 
saber de mi tenia miedo sentir pero tu, 
tu me enseñaste enfrentarme ala realidad, 
a la verdad la realidad la verdad, 
estribillo 

Quando sono solo
Sogno all'orizzonte
E mancan le parole
Sì lo so che non c'è luce
In una stanza quando manca il sole
Se non ci sei tu con me, con me
Su le finestre
Mostra a tutti il mio cuore
Che hai acceso
Chiudi dentro me
La luce che
Hai incontrato per strada

Paesi che non ho mai
Veduto e vissuto con te
Adesso si li vivrò
Con te partirò
Su navi per mari
Che, io lo so
No, no, non esistono più
It's time to say goodbye

Quando sei lontana
Sogno all'orizzonte
E mancan le parole
E io sì, lo so
Che sei con me, con me
Tu mia luna, tu sei qui con me
Mio sole, tu sei qui con me
Con me, con me, con me....

This is my life....right here, this moment.

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Why oh why, then, do we always wait? Wait for that job? Wait for that amount of $ in the bank? Wait for that magical ingredient that will make everything turn out alright? What, I ask you, is alright? What exactly will your life look like when it's good and going swimmingly and we no longer have to wait?

Really, I write to answer my own questions, I suppose. How much money is 'enough'?  Do you find that you might not necessarily know the answers to these things, but maybe you know what it looks like on the flip side? That is definitely my story - I know that right now I don't have ENOUGH, or that this is what UNHAPPINESS looks like etc etc.  

Sueño atrapado

soñe contigo y al soñar que no soñabas vos conmingo
me puse a pensar que cuanto extrañaba
ese palpita que me hacia sentir atrapada en un sueño
profundo que me dominaba el alma.
Esa sonrisa que paralisa mi mirada
y ese sonido vocal que para el respiro en mi
tus caricias al tocarme me pintaba de rosa
al cual sentia una vida expledorasa de amar.
soñe contigo y al soñar que ya no estarias
al abrir mis ojos corazon paro de latir
y mi lamento se empezo a deretir
abre tu ojos, abre tu ojos ven a mi...

"Journeys end in lovers meeting."

 I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had.
I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night.
And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual.
And I have willingly loved a man for over ten miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms....

sometimes you cannot make it on your own

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

I need to let go, I need to move on
I need to be me and breath.

lost in memories

"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly..."