viernes, 10 de agosto de 2012

Oaxaca

Mi única pena esta noche es saber que te extraño,
mas no podemos estar juntos.
Mi única pena es no poder verte, sentirte, vivirte,
Mi pena esta noche es no poder sentirte conmigo.
Esta noche ardo en deseo,
ya contigo quiero estar.



Breaking the glass

Why?
I don't really know,
I don't even want to.
I just saw it and couldn't believe my eyes.
My trust cracked,
some tears started rolling down my face,
I just couldn't believe it;
it was the same old game.
I should have foreseen it,
but I hadn't even been before you.
How can it feel this way when I hadn't even touched you?
The myriad of thoughts I had made me try to see more,
look for more reasons to finish breaking the glass.
Shattered, smashed, broken pieces of something that hadn't even existed.
Crying for something that was not even real.
Irrational thoughts that invaded my mind,
dirty emotions that intruded into my soul.
I became the one I didn't want to.
Suddenly, everything I wanted just crumbled like that.
A glimpse of what could have been,
but might never be.