Just thrilled

All alone in the train car, I contemplated the slow sunrise through the big window.

I discerned my long-awaited dream among the dark silhouettes of the trees and the pink clouds...

Just imagining that I could be only a few hours of you takes my breath away...

Arbor

And for a moment I almost give myself over a love with deadline. A steady tree with ancient roots and long branches that tower over me and protect me from wind and rain. Whose leaves create a cover that keeps me away from my deepest fears...
A life of mediocrity, with an expiry date that they want to make up, insured with a spirituality that asphyxiates my own interests and preoccupations.

But I preferred to sit in the shade of a green and flexible trunk, where I can be myself.
With light branches that surround you only with caresses when the wind blows (and sometimes when you least expect it). With leaves that hold it back when it is too strong but let the rain pass through and refresh you, hit you, calm you and hurt you, making us grow taller, stronger and wiser.

That helps me face the fears of the future, and teaches me how to be happy with them, almost by chance...
I already thought about it, and there's nothing that I would like to do most than rolling over your bed while taking photos of you with my fingers. Enjoying naturally a love that's evergreen and free in its deepest meaning.

SYM

Just a kiss from your lips and I'm... gone.
Just a smile from your touch and I'm... gone.
Just a touch from your words makes me whole!
And the glance from your eyes says home.

I see what you're doing, you're piling it all up one by one,
Pulling from the stars, drinking the teas...
I SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING, YOU'RE PILING IT ALL UP ONE BY ONE,
PULLING THE EYES, PULLING THE TEAS AND CROSSING THEM ALL OUT!

Just a kiss from your lips.
Just a smile from your touch and I'm gone.
Just a touch from your words makes me whole!
And the glance from your eyes says home.

I see what you're doing, you're piling it all up one by one,
Pulling from the stars, drinking from the seas...
I SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING, YOU'RE PILING IT ALL UP ONE BY ONE,
PULLING THE STARS, PULLING THE SEAS AND CROSSING THEM ALL OUT!

Don't you want to be my love?
Can't we suddenly elope?
Try and cross the sea on boat.
Can't we suddenly oh no...?

Just a... Just a kiss from your lips and I...

[Bird of Paradise  - Serj Tankian]

We drink from the river then we turn around and put up our walls

Aerials, in the sky

When you lose small mind

You free your life

Aerials, so up high

When you free your eyes

Eternal prize

[Aerials - System of a Down]

I will miss you

Calibrating the estimation

-Can you respect and desire healthily?
-You don't want anybody.
-I respect you too much.
-You're empty.
She turned to him angrily.
-I'm changing -she spoke through clenched teeth.
-You lie.
-I love you!
-You're crazy...
She looked down at the floor.

Respecting real desires.

-Can you respect and... love?

-As could not be otherwise.

She heaved the breath, overwhelmed.

-Why do I find it so hard to understand this time?

-Because you don't want to love me.

-I think I don't...

-You do -he interrupted.

She relaxed her shoulders and, still confused, asked:

-Am I being selfish?

He put his arm around her waist.

-You're trying hard...

Desiring real respect.

-Trust me or forget me -he sentenced.
-I don't intend to forget you.
-Then, stop inhibiting yourself.
-You're crazy!
He took his arm off her waist and walked away. She was dying to run towards him but...

~

He perdido toda la vida buscando el arca perdida.

Los tesoros imposibles que ha escondido tu sonrisa.

Si lo nuestro fue mentira, tus coartadas no respiran.

Olvidaste pintalabios imprudente, insolente, impaciente, improcedente en bocas que no eran la mía.

[Los tesoros imposibles - Huecco]

Gentle

I don't want instantaneous pleasure.
I prefer the one that comes along spontaneously. Like a laugh. Or a touch...

And don't seek the pleasure. Don't try to make it yours. It flows with the time...

There's no beauty in something that's not free.

Yea, with all them, so what?

Your bloody nose

Listening to half of the song. Half of the instruments, half of the effects... It shows that small things are important.
You in general, everything in particular. Don't take your features away from me. Let me look at you and yours once again.

No, I won't trust you. You're not easy, and you won't come easy. I'm longing for your final blow... And I don't care that you're actually a real angel. At first, for me, all that you showed was a way to smooth the deal. Then you told me the truth, with the ease you keep for everything. And I won't deceive you, I lost a bit of respect for myself. Because I respect you too much... to even imagine that I touch your hands. And in fact I still respect you the same. What can I do, I'm a brat and I don't yet appreciate what I'm given. I prefer to convince myself that everything is different. I don't care if you're the best. For me, you're going to be much worse, always... I have no fear of disillusion, but to create an illusion for myself.

After all, you promise me to be there with your words of wisdom, your sweet and terribly confusing words. I can not correspond you. I do not want to feel like a prostitute, and I'm not feeling sorry for it... In the end, I like you too. Or I love you. Nothing I say is worthy of what you bring me back. Smiles' trafficker I've become, and yes, I feel like shit. On both sides of my head, I feel like shit. But what did I think I was? I was crazy!

Yes I am, I'm crazy.

I lack years of experience. And I'm terrified that you can touch my heart...

Just like that. 

Let me shout it out.