Yeah...That's the way you think things are, but they're not...

He has big eyes and big mouth.
At first he wasn't anything.
Today he looked different...and showed me his smile. He showed his green eyes.
He said I smell sweetie. 
We shared our secret pieces.
He touched me lots of times.
He made me stay ashamed.
He blinks to me.
He ain't handsome, he is different, that kind that we have to look many times to really find something.
It was like I wanted to cry or scream but I wouldn't because he was looking through my eyes.
I dropped so many times, I wanted to cry, to bite and to hit.
He's completely the opposite I'd always wanted, but he has some kind of thing that I always asked or searched for.
He said he could make plans or paints to me.
I got envolved with his eyes, they are light green and I think his blond, I'm not sure.
His laugh is funny and he says I talk in a funny way.
He looks like a womanize man, I can be wrong or maybe not.
I don't know I got this way, he ain't any attractive, I don't know what the hells passed through my head that I wanted to kiss him.


But Thank God He's Married !!!!!!


*
Se pudéssemos contar noites vazias, caberiam todas em nossas mãos...
Se pudéssemos contar as lágrimas, se comparariam à estrelas...
Se pudéssemos calcular o amor que sentimos e deixamos para trás, não haveriam grãos de areia suficientes no deserto...
Se pudéssemos contar todo o arrependimento, se compararia à folhas de um trevo...
Se pudéssemos contar os passos errados, viveríamos tudo novamente...


Mas Imagine...


Se voltássemos atrás para consertar qual seria o objetivo ?
Seríamos todos iguais, viveríamos para consertar erros.
Viveríamos tudo que já passou novamente, viveríamos dias e noites vazios.


Se meus olhos se perdem no escuro, é porque se procurar no claro sei que não irei achá-lo.
Se minha voz não faz eco, é porque sei que não há resposta alguma para minhas perguntas.
Se meus pés não seguem à frente, é porque se soubessem o caminho, não seguiriam-no só por capricho.


Posso contar as horas, mas sei que uma é diferente da outra.
Sei que dias e noites podem parecer iguais, mas nos perdemos apressando o tempo para que tudo de ruim passe logo...


*My tears dry on their own...!!