April 07 2 009
I love you.
I take the given Benedetti word to be able to say and, up to being able to shout.
I love you.
When someone writes this way of beautiful
the only one can
to bend the head
to take the hat from him
to show admiration
and to join to
I love you.
Your hands are my caress,
my daily chords;
I love you because your hands
they work for the justice.
If I love you it is because sos
my love, my accomplice, and quite.
And in the street elbow to elbow
we are much more than two.
Your eyes are my conjuration
against the bad day;
I love you for your look
that looks and sows future.
Your mouth that is your and my,
Your mouth is not wrong;
I want why your mouth to you
he can shout rebelliousness.
If I love you it is because sos
my love my accomplice and quite.
And in the street elbow to elbow
we are much more than two.
And for your sincere face.
And your vagabond step.
And your crying for the world.
Because sos I want village to you.
And because love is not a dawn,
not even candid moral,
and because we are equal
that knows that it is not alone.
I love you in my paradise;
that is to say, that in my country
the people live happy
although it has no permission.
If I love you it is why sos
my love, my accomplice and quite.
And in the street elbow to elbow
we are much more than two.
Surfero
You are a sky. And the song me sounds he will be of mary a Guatemalan carpenter “passionate kisses”.
Besillos sky
Siiiiii Sky is Mary Chapin.
Although the song belongs to Lucinda Williams I like more how Mary Chapin Carpenter sings it.
Kisses wapaaaaaaaa
Toodle doo.
I love Benedetti, gueno between others, but much, thanks for appropriating of its words, there are always a pleasure for my eyes to read it.
The music, very nice, like everything the one that you select.
. Who said that loving was easy?. Uuff and with the spring above.
Although I believe that you … are shut up in a cage.
A kiss.
messalina
Thanks for your comment. I will move him to Benedetti your appreciation. Although I believe that you …. are a follower of the Valencia C.F Aunque yo creo que tu…..eres seguidora del Valencia C.F
Greetings
Grrrr … deaf person. ajjajajajajaj
I loved the phrase “And in the street elbow to elbow
we are much more than two ".
That demonstrates that quite often it overcomes the sum of its parts. Recalling my days of student of laws, it is a question of an indivisible property.
The bad thing is that often it splits.
It hears, Mess, to love can be difficult, but the most romantic stage is the winter and not, against seeming majority, the spring.
In spring allergies arise thousand, there are thousands of flowers it is true, but for its plenty they grow in delight, while a rose given in winter is more valued by its oddness and unequivocal sign of amorous effort (it is necessary to go up to the florist's shop).
In winter it feels like being in the hearth tenderly clung to your couple opposite to the chimney, although it is of snag, sleeping together under thick blankets, taking a long time on having woken up looking for the heat that stays in the bed.
Also unfortunately in Madrid, where alive there is usually a few spring, we go on from a lot of cold to a lot of heat.
P.D. Surfero is enjaulado, you are right.
Elvis, that sweet is your winter, but the spring contains aspects different from any another station. smells. colors, temperature. Uufffff and that soft is to walk to the search of a meeting so roamantico ….mmmmm.
PD (the allergies is the only thing that jajajaja breaks the moment), many besitos
To say I love you it is easy to say but difficult to expire.
When I speak about the feeling “I love you” I do not hope that there is nothing that to expire, is to feel. I feel love for this person, animal or thing and do not ask him for anything in return, there it is when I know that I am perceiving or ordering this feeling to someone … never hope of one that I want anything to you in return.