Aujourd'hui, mon cher.

Today is a special day, isn't it? You'll remember that phrase a lot, trust me.

I can't get tired of telling you, that words for me, are never enough. 'Cus words grow old, cus the wind and time can be stronger than them. But what you do, what you show, your actions; are the ones that remain at most. Words make you smile, but words can also turn into lies and hurt you after. But from actions, good memories are born. Y yo lo amo. Le amo. Lo amo, lo amo, lo amo.

Today I was thinking, what makes a human being talk to another, they don't even know? Cus, I was in the bus, and I saw a woman in a cab, and the driver was talking to her, and all she did, was nod.

Why someone would talk to another? Sometimes, it's easier to talk to strangers. They don't know you, so they won't really care, they won't judge you and perhaps, there will be no consequences (of course depends on what you share eh). Anyway, I don't like strangers talking to me, I don't like it and I Don't really give a crap. Humans aren't my favorite thing.

There are boxes full of love, and full of other things as well. It's your voice, your face, your hair, your hands, your body, I love so much.

I wish I could see you, really see you. See all your gestures and reactions. I am in love, but at the same time, I wonder a lot. I wonder about me, I wouldn't let myself be fool'd again, and me, Im too proud, most of the times. But after all, when you're wreck'd all you have left is your pride.. been there, done that, got the t-shirt (=

I want so much, so bad, to have lot, ad aeternum, months like this one with you.

Dame de tu dicha...

Mi vida otro rumbo tomó...

Quiero verte alegre amor..

Mi espiritu voló para quedar a tu lado..