All I want is you

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and green
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and green
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
Just as long as you were with me, when the cold winds blow.

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a wink, I'd be a nod
If you were a seed, well I'd be a pod.
If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.
If you were the love, I'd be the desire.
If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

*Barry Louis Polisar

Esos sueños en los que apareces, nunca termino de comprender...

Tengo miedo, sabes? Ese terrible miedo a que las cosas no salgan como quería.
Mi vida... se está desmoronando. Las sorpresas del destino se ataron a las consecuencias de mis actos irresponsables y me hicieron una mala jugada. Esta vez, no salió como esperaba. Y ahora, no tengo nada.

Amor

Me gustaría poder hablar del Amor. Poder contarles lo que pienso acerca del mismo, pero no llegaría a mucho. No puedo decirles que es lo que pienso sino lo que siento. Porque el amor no es más que eso, un sentimiento... o también podríamos hablar de una sensación.
El amor es esa rara sensación en la pansa, algo indescriptible que te agarra, como si todo lo que tenes dentro se moviera de lugar y comenzara a crujir. Es sentir que las piernas se debilitan, hasta que estás al punto de caerte.  Sentir que tenes el tamaño de un insecto en este mundo. Querer gritar y no poder. El amor es llorar por el otro. El amor es intentar sin parar. El amor es sentirse completa cuando esa persona especial te abraza, te toca, te mira, te besa...
Tantas cosas es el Amor.

Tenía la esperanza que dentro tuyo sientas lo mismo que yo siento por vos.
Pero cuando pierdo esa esperanza, sólo puedo llorar.
Ya nada me queda...

La fotografía me devuelve, lo que la memoria me quita.