Sunday Morning...

Era un domingo..

recuerdo..

te recuerdo..

fuiste y eres lo que siempre soñe..

El fondo del mar...

Es un poema visual y musical..únicamente poesía en off..un paseo onírico..es un homenaje al mar..reserva de vida y esperanza..símbolo de nuestras pesadillas y sueños..una gran metáfora..

Close your eyes..Open your heart..

Los sueños que sigan fluyendo..

le rêvez..

le rêvez..

Un peu concernant nous...

caresser...

vision...

caresser...

vision...

caresser...

vision...

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De las cosas que no nos podemos explicar...

There are places I’ll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain

All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new

Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them

In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more

sólo quiero ser la que marque la diferencia..cambiar algo..dejar una marca..y que sea una buena marca..conmover a una persona (si se pueden más mejor)..y nunca rendirme..

Un mundo donde quepan muchos mundos...

Hoy seré breve..

Hoy es soñarte..

es sonreirte..

es abrazarte..

es verte..

es besarte..

eres..

ERES..

me encanta lo que eres..