perdido en lo mismo.
buscando el camino,
a un nuevo paraiso.
de ida y vuelta,
ya no hay mas opciones.
tomando en cuenta,
todas opiniones.
regalarte mi tiempo,
sin dejar muchas dudas,
a besarte una ultima vez,
con labios desnudas.
cerca o lejos,
pero indescutible la razon,
me marcho de casa,
en mil pedasos el corazon.
amanesiendo a tu lado,
respirando tu calor.
lo siento que no pude,
darte mucho mas amor.
te dejo esta carta,
piensa en mi sin rencor.
no quise hacer esto,
pero para mi es mucho peor.
i wish it rained everyday. productive day, once again. it feels good going to sleep and reading what youve written. it gives you a sense of accomplishment. at the same time it shows me that i still have emotions and a conscience that wont fucking let me sleep at night because i want to spill out everything that i have bottled up. my brain is like a waterfall of ideas and thoughts. and with each post i write, my sense of expression becomes more and more of what i want it to be. i think clearer. i feel smarter. i feel relief.
If i keep writing like this, in english or in spanish, i might seriously send some of my work to a record company. i mean why not? i love music. i love it so much im willing to put a price on it, just as long as the work comes from my heart. so why not make money off of something i love to do right? its like the saying goes: as long as you do something you love, you'll never work a day in your life.
i always thought live performances are what made an artist good or not. if you put your heart and soul into your music, and sing your ass off, you can get 25,000+ women to sing your own song to you. that's the coolest thing for a musician, the crowd singing along with you.
my favorite verse in this song:
"Pero, si mi boca se equivoca
Pero, si mi boca se equivoca
Y al llamarla nombro a otra
A veces siente compasión por este loco, ciego y loco corazón"
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