c o n s t e l l a t i o n s ·

The light was leaving
In the west it was blue
The children's laughter sang
And skipping just like the stones they threw
The voices echoed across the way
Its getting late

It was just another night
With the sun set
And the moon rise not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to papas translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations

The west winds often last too long
The wind may calm down
Nothing ever feels the same
Sheltered under the Kamani tree
Waiting for the passing rain
Clouds keep moving to uncover the scene
Stars above are chasing the day away
To find the stories that we sometimes need
Listen close enough
All else fades
Fades away

It was just another night
With the sun set
And the moon rise not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to all the translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations

No other way ~

When your mind is a mess, So is mine.
I cant sleep cause it hurts when I think.
My thoughts aren't at peace with the plans that we make, Chances we take.

They're, not yours and not mine.
There's waves that can break All the words that we say, And the words that we mean.
Words can fall short.
Can't see the unseen Cause the world is awake.
For somebody's sake now, please close your eyes woman.
Please get some sleep.
And know that if I knew All of the answers I would, Not hold them from you'd Know all the things that i'd know.
We told each other, there is no other way.
Well too much silence can be misleading.

We told each other, there is no other way.

You're drifting I can hear it in the way that your breathing.We don't really need to find reason, Cause out the same door that it came well its leaving its leaving, Leaving like a day that's done and part of a season.
Resolve is just a concept that's as dead as the leaves.But at least we can sleep, its all that we need. When we wake we will find. Our minds will be free to go to sleep.
And know that if I knew All of the answers I would.
Not hold them from you'd Know all the things that i'd know.

· litlle bitty pretty one ·

Oh little bitty pretty one, come on and talk to me. Let me grab you loving one, come sit down on my knee.
It's time to roll, it's time to flow.
I can tell you a story. ( it happened long time ago )
Little bitty pretty one, been watching you grow.
Tell you a story, it goes a little something like this.
Little bitty pretty one, come on and talk to me.
Let me grab you loving one, come sit down on my knee.
Come on everybody, let's put our hands together and sing along,
Come on, come on. I said come on.
Oh, little bitty pretty one
here we go.

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· Y s e r e í a c o m o l o c a · 

 

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· n a v e g a n d o e n e l e s p a c i o ·

desde la orilla del tiempo, hacia la Eternidad.
breve como un Suspiro.

Cosas buenas tiene el hombre. ( y a veces no las sabe disfrutar) y se amarga por las voces que le dicen que no puede progresar. ( y se siente lastimado por lo poco que le importa a los demás) y se siente defraudado, si no tiene a quien juzgar.
cosa linda me trajo la vida, que no necesito más. No le importa si tengo plata o si no. Y no deja de cantar !
Quiere estar en la ventana , y le dice al que sea déjame bailar. Que le preste la guitarra, ¡ y no sabe la alegría que me da !
no deja.
No deja porque es cosa linda .
 · no le importa, cosa linda ·

w h a t e v e r .

I'm free to be whatever I
Whatever I choose
And I'll sing the blues if I want
I'm free to say whatever I
Whatever I like
If it's wrong or right it's alright
Always seems to me
You only see what people want you to see
How long's it gonna be
Before we get on the bus
And cause no fuss
Get a grip on yourself
It don't cost much
Free to be whatever you
Whatever you say
If it comes my way it's alright
You're free to be wherever you
Wherever you please
You can shoot the breeze if you want
It always seems to me
You only see what people want you to see
How long's it gonna be
Before we get on the bus
And cause no fuss
Get a grip on yourself
It don't cost much
I'm free to be whatever I
Whatever I choose
And I'll sing the blues if I want
Here in my mind
You know you might find
Something that you
You thought you once knew
But now it's all gone
And you know it's no fun
Yeah I know it's no fun
Oh I know it's no fun
I'm free to be whatever I
Whatever I choose
And I'll sing the blues if I want
I'm free to be whatever I
Whatever I choose
And I'll sing the blues if I want
Whatever you do
Whatever you say
Yeah I know it's alright
Whatever you do
Whatever you say
Yeah I know it's alright.

arbolRojo~

A veces el día comienza vacío de esperanzas
y las cosas

van de mal en peor

la oscuridad

te supera
nadie entiende nada
el mundo es una
máquina sorda

sin
sentido
ni
lógica

a veces esperás

y esperás
y esperás

y esperás

y esperás

y esperas
y esperas
pero nada ocurre
y entonces todos tus

problemas

llegan de golpe

ves

pasar

de largo
cosas
maravillosas
los más espantosos

destinos

resultan

inevitables

a veces
no tienes

ni idea

de qué debes hacer

ni

de quién

se supone

que

eres

ni
de

donde

estás
y parece que el día va a terminar

igual que empezó

Pero de pronto ahí está
delante de ti

rebosante de color y vida

esperándote

tal como lo imaginaste