Of Your Carita and my room ... He and I FLEW 
There are no knots or anxiety ... no longer afraid that my mother .. I find you hiding in my room, there is no perverted smiles, winks at meetings, sneaking kisses .. there are no dreams, no desire to think ... because ... because you left without warning ... ..
There is no madness .. or sanity .. known or unknown .. no no sense .. you're not ...
came into my room like yesterday, as usual, looked as inviting me to sin, I embraced it as if returning from a long trip, a movie one night, a bed, a man a woman .. together, playing among the trade between our touch, our hugs, I could be like a lifetime, looking in your eyes .. light brown rogues, seeing your upturned nose or your lips exquisite theater .. looks just enjoying, loving you with just a kiss ...
the film is finished, no more barriers, reasons, excuses, me and my shyness safarme looking like the situation, you and your years waiting to see what my reaction .. bad idea my love, your hands I miss the fear .. do not touch me .. Let me, let me blinding me, I prefer not to see that there is a world known, kiss me with passion irreplaceable, unique and heavenly, begin to explore, with the patience of truth ..
my window sounds .. my mom, you and I end as criminals, hiding any evidence, you, the corpus delicti where .. where the occult? smiles and silence I hide under my bed that problem, some part of you, will not let you go .. I raise my bed and falling sounds, my mother called me and trembling I say that all is well ... going to bed and you come back to mine again ..
Where do we stay? ask me smiling, provoking feelings in me, never known, in the deepest silence so that we do not hear through my body with the care of a margarita about to be leafless, mountains and their summits is pleased to see you come to top, your fingers and tongue, the language that poisons a unmindful that nectar awakened in me, a woman does not mean that no .. someone who knows no reasons .. one is guided Moaning quietly but no yelling, no witnesses who can listen ..
Tocas the door in a way that my soul is open to you, come into my heart as if he never wanted to leave, move like the motion of the waves until the pain begins .. the pain of knowing that you're gone .. that my soul is not ready to be discovered, that my naked embarrassed me, that my excuses are becoming stronger, that being first does not cost you .. that love is not shown, I'm yours only if you are mine ...
Are you mine? ...
No. ..
When only Yours I'll Be Yours ...
Your noise, anxiety, your little chunks of sidewalk with my fear, my perhaps your mouth glass, sea beach, the gap left on my bed when you're not. No pain on waking, or difficulty breathing, and was thinking of you and my desire to dream. Why do you leave without notice? (8)
Song: Passed - Conchita
