ladybug ...
For every man who was right in insisting ...
For every person who calls to see if she returned home
For every man that sits waiting for hours just to see her for ten minutes every
man who just wants to "hear"
For every man who has confided his secret ...
For every man who tried to demonstrate how she cared through every word and breath
For every person who thought ".. that's her. .
For every man who believed in his dreams
For every man who would do anything because she could achieve them
For every man who has accompanied her to the car
For every man who puts his heart
For every man who looked the first time has been there forever in that moment ...
For every man who prays that she is happy even if it is with she
For every man who dreams only the wind bring it to him ...
For every man who asks only to live
For every man who would pay with his life only for another moment ...
For every man who seeks his heat in the rain ...
For every time I embraced with no real reason ...
For every time I could not tell you what I really wanted
For every time I remain forever entranced in front of your eyes
For every time I wanted to lie down there, beside you, to listen to breathe
Any time alone is not easy
For every time I'm happy because I know I'll see you ...
For every time the phone rings and I know it's you
For every time I imagine how you will be happy when you bring Paris
For every time I give myself to you completely
For every time ... "My God, stop it ..."
For every time you have breakfast in bed naked with you ... how wonderful ...
For every time I see a ladybug perched
Any time you're with me, and everything is in place
For every time that little ... ok, whatever you want ...
We finally is a better word.
"... while I struggled , saw the others who spoke in the name of freedom and , defend this right as absolute , more you slaves of the wishes of the parents showed , of a marriage in which they promised to stay next to the spouse for the rest of life " , turned out to be slaves, or the balance , diets , project stopped in mid , of love to which no one could say "No" or "Enough" , the weekend when they were forced to dine with those who did not want. Slaves of luxury , the appearance of luxury. Slaves of a life that did not choose , but were forced to live, because someone , the end , had convinced them that that existence was the best for them. And so through all the same days and nights , where the adventure was only a word in a book or a picture of the TV always on , and every time you opened a door , they said: "I do not care , I do not want."
"... because freedom has always been the thing I most want and respect in this world. It is true that this has led me to drink wines that I liked to do things that I should not have I'll just make do and what not, to have many scars on the body and soul, to hurt someone - to which I have come to ask for forgiveness, at a time during which I realized I could do everything except force another person to follow me in my madness, my thirst for life. I do not regret the times when I suffered, the port on my scars as if they were medals, I know that freedom has a high price as high as that of slavery. The only difference is that you pay with pleasure, and with a smile - even when that smile is wet with tears. "
us in the end is a nice word.
But how do you make love?!?
short, it is one thing that you find it there, and that's fine ...
it is already done and get happy ... like a sock used
But to do so?? so, ... you get nothing from them and do it?
mean, not that you say it like you do ...
There are instructions
And then we try for a while and see what comes out,
but it is only then thou hast suffered the rebuttal ...
as they say ...
by that I have understood,
you do it then?
And if nothing comes out
if you find them with something that you think, or better ... could
maaa ... no! No sorry, correction, this is not love ...
then you want to do it, but you leave a disgusting ...
and that if I can not love, it sucks ...
You want to make love, that is , you're right there for what
To make love ... that in itself is already hard to say
make love ... but I think
You're there, you, and you say you love
But how do you do something that you do not know how it is made
Or rather, what love?
You do not have love, I asked you not to love ... you have to do it.
Love ... Love ... But what?
Can you do something that you can not even explain what it is?
Why if love is a feeling, a feeling ... you have to do
But how you do it a feeling?
my love I'm confused.
I go back there ...
With you,
naked on the roof of the world
takes your hand
So we are alone
You and I
A look in the eye
exchanging life ...
giving free vent to the slight smile that comes
impulsive ...
inside ...
that lightness of spirit that enables us to fly away ...
Away from all ...
Among the stars love
Like two small ladybugs
that vibrate between the infinite and we ...
Please hold me hours
We are becoming the same thing
only true ...
Only we
Immersed
Forever
In this small tear
Only we
Forever ...
paint the Love.