Feliz cumpleaños amor!

To build a home

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 it's 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
I held on as tightly as you held onto me

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

:)

cinco años

Abril

Con el ala herida

Love song

Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am home again.
Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am whole again.

Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am young again.
Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am fun again.

However far away,
I will always love you.
However long I stay,
I will always love you.
Whatever words I say,
I will always love you;
I will always love you.

Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am free again.
Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am clean again.

However far away,
I will always love you.
However long I stay,
I will always love you.
Whatever words I say,
I will always love you;
I will always love you.




Feliz día bonito!!!
<3

atravesando el azul

En Río Tercero

y hay que quemar el cielo si es preciso, por vivir.

Le he preguntado,
a mi sombra, a ver como ando,
para reírme, mientras el llanto,
con voz de templo, rompe la sala, regando el tiempo.


Mi sombra dice, que reírse, 
es ver los llantos, como mi llanto,
y me he callado, desesperado
y escucho entonces, a tierra llora.


La era está pariendo un corazón,
no puede más, se muere de dolor,
y hay que acudir corriendo pues se cae el porvenir.


La era está pariendo un corazón,
no puede más, se muere de dolor,
y hay que acudir corriendo pues se cae el porvenir,
en cualquier selva del mundo, en cualquier calle.


Debo dejar la casa y el sillón,
la madre vive hasta que muere el sol
y hay que quemar el cielo si es preciso, por vivir.


Debo dejar la casa y el sillón,
la madre vive hasta que muere el sol
y hay que quemar el cielo si es preciso, por vivir
por cualquier hombre del mundo, por cualquier casa.


Silvio Rodríguez - La era está pariendo un corazón.

ropitas