Agua

Còmo quieres ser mi amiga,
Si por ti daria la vida?

Si confundo tu sonrisa
Por camelo si me miras...

Rázon y piel,
Dificil mezcla.

Agua y sed--
Serio problema.

Como quieres ser mi amiga,
Si por ti me perderia?

Si confundo tus caricias,
Y camelo si me mimas...

Pasíon y ley,
dificil mezcla.

Agua y sed.....

Serio problema.

Cuando uno tiene sed, pero el agua no esta cerca.



Ultimamente me he sentido muy indeciso. Toda la musica que escucho en español me ha empezado a despertar una hambre y una gana muy fuerte de conocer el país que nunca pude habitar suficiente tiempo para entender. Envidio a mis hermanos, y todas las cosas que ellos vieron en su adolesencia, pero al mismo tiempo, esa hambre y esa gana son una fuerza que me jala--como una esperanza para el futuro. Cuando sea major de edad podré volver a mi país, y veré todo lo que nunca tuvé la oportunidad de conocer. Todavia espero que todo eso lo podré ver contigo a mi lado. Pero ultimamente me has dicho cosas que verdaderamente espero que sean solamante muy temporarias. Mis sentimientos por ti no han cambiado, quizas un poco, pero en realidad yo todavia te amo. Y creo que te amaré por bastante tiempo. Quanto quiero volver a ver tus ojos. Ojala pronto--este verano--te podré volver a ver. La falta que me haces es inmensa.

Me and Jesus don't talk anymore.

I'll drown my beliefs

To have your babies.

I'll dress like your niece,

And wash your swollen feet.





Just don't leave.

Don't leave.

I'm not living,

I'm just killing time.

Your tiny hands,

Your crazy kitten smile.



Just don't leave.

Don't leave.


And true love lives

In lollipops and crisps.

And true love waits

In haunted attics.


Just don't leave.

Don't leave.





I just hope they're still there.

That they're just hiding,

And when I can see your eyes again,

They'll come back.

The wisdom is in the trees, not the glass windows.

Sometimes I wonder why I am so scared of those three words.
It can't be denied that they do hurt you.
The moment you say them to someone,
You change a friendship to something else entirely
And you can't take it back.
Taking it back would hurt the person more than it hurts you.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing the right thing.
I care about her a lot.
She has made the days a lot easier to bare.
But whenever I am away from her,
I feel a sense of guilt
Not just because I can't bring myself to mean
Those three words
But because I don't feel an unstoppable inclination
To be with her always,
To constantly want her near me.

But is that really a bad thing?
Things seem to be going well.
I haven't lied to her.
I haven't hurt her.
She's happy.

I know that I will never be content with her entirely.
She will never be enough for me.
I will never grow to want her like I wanted you.
Perhaps, if enough time passed, and we were to not ever speak again--
Maybe then it would be possible.
There is no chance that I will ever willfully break contact with you.
You mean too much to me
In far too many ways
For me to just try and forget you.

I know that no matter what happens now,
No matter what I continue to tell myself,
I have come to understand
That these are all just well contrived distractions
And that no matter what happens in my life
I need to continue what ended so forcefully.
I have to know if what we had can become something so fulfilling;
So perfectly dysfunctional;
So very happy.



These distractions just won't last.
Is this really what's become of everything we've ever had?
I think I need assistance.
My problem is re-occurring again.

I hope I'll find relief.