YOU.

You. Yes, you. I am writing this for you.

I know you are reading this. And I want you to know I am writing this for you. No one else will understand. No one else knows. They think that this is for them. But it’s not. I am writing this for you.

I want you to know, life…it’s hard. Every day can be a challenge. It can be a challenge to get up in the morning. To get yourself out of bed. To put on that smile. But I want you to know, that smile is what keeps me going some days. You need to remember, even through the tough times, you are amazing. You really are.

You should be happy. You are gorgeous.

I know that the weather might not be perfect. You might have to turn your back to the wind or feel the cold nipping at your nose. But you know what, at least you are there to feel it. At least you can enjoy the sun’s warm rays on your face. Or that cold February wind biting at your cheeks. You know what that means?

You are alive.

Everything will be okay.

¿Mariposas en el corazón?

 

Cuando vengas a Madrid...

Sólo es vida. Sólo momentos. Sólo instantes.

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Grandes.

Arte en estado puro.

Plantemos las toallas, te invito a un helado.

Tú y yo hemos cenado en buenos restaurantes,
tú y yo volábamos en un Ford fiesta amarillo,
tú y yo hemos cantado al lado del fuego,
tú y yo hemos buscado cosas similares,
tú y yo hemos tenido la cabeza llena de pajaros,
tú y yo arriba de la noria, tu y yo y nuestra historia...

Dime,

¿a qué juegas hoy?

Quiero que escape del mundo conmigo.

Vamonos a Marte, lejos del ruido 

y cerca del arte.

Cierra los ojos y deja el corazón abierto

Pájaros en el corazón.

 

Decía que tenía el corazón alicatao' hasta el techo, 

que a ver si no podía hacerle yo una cenefa a besos.