Dear Chest:
Go with these nostalgia! By arranging things that go in my room, I met you. I looked long, stroked your lid, removing any dust. I looked at the lock, which is not so, is that long hinge that keeps the small padlock in the open case. No more than I dug into my stuff.
I open, trying to remember what has earned stored there. Much has certainly due or should be there. But it is the trunk of years ago. Find photos, family, my newly born, I am amazed to see that small, and yet I'm sunbathing in the garden of the house where I was born, on these rugs, I only look to a baby who was breaking and robust like my father. I hardly think I'm the same, of course, there planned to absorb what life in my life, I had in store.
Oh, how cute! was here, the picture that caught in time the first time I saw the sea, see Lake Maracaibo, in its ferry crossing was already a amazement. Look at the sea, scan the horizon, smell their aroma, walking on the warm sand of the beach, coastline and famous then made me realize my few years that there are immense that the eyes can not capture.
More pictures of my parents, brothers, uncles, and almost all the guys have left us, as friends of the soul that there are also caught in time.
prints of saints, pieces of paper with thoughts, a diary with my earlier writings; wooden pens that no longer have my first pen. Drawings I did and I never wanted to throw away newspaper clippings, magazines, all carefully folded.
Meeting, loves that were, are now part of me that indissoluble. There are, along with a napkin and a poem written on it, a declaration of love with little drawings of hearts, I wrote those letters. The lyrics of the songs that I spent a day. Ties of a gift, along with the glossy paper-lined boxes. Expired passport for a trip made outside the country. Coins (collect coins) and collect pledges. Yes, oddly enough, in my trunk, I found hovering thousands of promises that I made and were not kept and some that I did it. There they are. Promises of marriage. Promises of "let's go, take my hands" or "this is forever", said on both sides, without thinking that there always.
The strange thing is that without opening the trunk, without saving anything else, appeared new promises, illusions that have been broken and then I find shreds of life, broken heart, a bottle whose label reads: "tears." Looking further into the background and yes, the box is the laughter, laughter, happiness felt before each broken promise or performed. You
Chest behold, with great care and with the nostalgia filled my eyes. Rearrange what I was getting, maybe some illusion has escaped, maybe some tears evaporated, as it is possible that the sound of laughter has increased to silence the silence.
finish my homework and I end up shut you down, unlocked, with the open hoping that at some time, please open up and in doing so, find love smiling and palms open, facing the sun, all the promises.
I say goodbye to you, dear Chest, but not before remembering the song that came to mind when I found:
The trunk of memories
That little words mean
uuuh
If when the wind carries them away after he
And only memories remain
uuuh
Promises flew back and can not always live
forward if each
day has a different color because everything comes to an end
after a sad day comes another happy
Looking in the trunk of memories
uuuh
Any time spent
seems best to look back is good sometimes
uuuh Looking ahead is to live without fear
Memories are the last
When there is so much to go Ooooh
Looking
in the trunk of memories
uuuh
Any time spent
seems best to look back is good sometimes
uuuh
Looking forward is to live without fear
if each day has a different color
After a sad day comes Looking for a better
in the trunk of memories
uuuh
any past
seems best to look back is good sometimes
uuuh
Looking ahead is to live without fear
If every day has a different color
After a sad day, another one always lives better
forward if each day has a different color because everything comes
to an end after a sad day, another one always lives happy
forward if each day has a different color ...
Fuente: musica.com
Karina
I stick with all my love, I
Go with these nostalgia! By arranging things that go in my room, I met you. I looked long, stroked your lid, removing any dust. I looked at the lock, which is not so, is that long hinge that keeps the small padlock in the open case. No more than I dug into my stuff.
I open, trying to remember what has earned stored there. Much has certainly due or should be there. But it is the trunk of years ago. Find photos, family, my newly born, I am amazed to see that small, and yet I'm sunbathing in the garden of the house where I was born, on these rugs, I only look to a baby who was breaking and robust like my father. I hardly think I'm the same, of course, there planned to absorb what life in my life, I had in store.
Oh, how cute! was here, the picture that caught in time the first time I saw the sea, see Lake Maracaibo, in its ferry crossing was already a amazement. Look at the sea, scan the horizon, smell their aroma, walking on the warm sand of the beach, coastline and famous then made me realize my few years that there are immense that the eyes can not capture.
More pictures of my parents, brothers, uncles, and almost all the guys have left us, as friends of the soul that there are also caught in time.
prints of saints, pieces of paper with thoughts, a diary with my earlier writings; wooden pens that no longer have my first pen. Drawings I did and I never wanted to throw away newspaper clippings, magazines, all carefully folded.
Meeting, loves that were, are now part of me that indissoluble. There are, along with a napkin and a poem written on it, a declaration of love with little drawings of hearts, I wrote those letters. The lyrics of the songs that I spent a day. Ties of a gift, along with the glossy paper-lined boxes. Expired passport for a trip made outside the country. Coins (collect coins) and collect pledges. Yes, oddly enough, in my trunk, I found hovering thousands of promises that I made and were not kept and some that I did it. There they are. Promises of marriage. Promises of "let's go, take my hands" or "this is forever", said on both sides, without thinking that there always.
The strange thing is that without opening the trunk, without saving anything else, appeared new promises, illusions that have been broken and then I find shreds of life, broken heart, a bottle whose label reads: "tears." Looking further into the background and yes, the box is the laughter, laughter, happiness felt before each broken promise or performed. You
Chest behold, with great care and with the nostalgia filled my eyes. Rearrange what I was getting, maybe some illusion has escaped, maybe some tears evaporated, as it is possible that the sound of laughter has increased to silence the silence.
finish my homework and I end up shut you down, unlocked, with the open hoping that at some time, please open up and in doing so, find love smiling and palms open, facing the sun, all the promises.
I say goodbye to you, dear Chest, but not before remembering the song that came to mind when I found:
The trunk of memories
That little words mean
uuuh
If when the wind carries them away after he
And only memories remain
uuuh
Promises flew back and can not always live
forward if each
day has a different color because everything comes to an end
after a sad day comes another happy
Looking in the trunk of memories
uuuh
Any time spent
seems best to look back is good sometimes
uuuh Looking ahead is to live without fear
Memories are the last
When there is so much to go Ooooh
Looking
in the trunk of memories
uuuh
Any time spent
seems best to look back is good sometimes
uuuh
Looking forward is to live without fear
if each day has a different color
After a sad day comes Looking for a better
in the trunk of memories
uuuh
any past
seems best to look back is good sometimes
uuuh
Looking ahead is to live without fear
If every day has a different color
After a sad day, another one always lives better
forward if each day has a different color because everything comes
to an end after a sad day, another one always lives happy
forward if each day has a different color ...
Fuente: musica.com
Karina
I stick with all my love, I
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