I thought with the years
summary of my life, well
It was not all bad.
There at least some day I had you
for good or bad but I had you.
And the years taught me to heal
my wounds but there one that does not saw.
Look it hurts me to say it but esque
here in your chest throb your name ...
It hurts the eyes when it
cries a whole life, and esque dry
the lips when not there kisses like
yours and esque never fall asleep
when at night I say your name.
And it was not all bad to love you
and love you, I do not care how
You have gone away or found yourself.
And it was not all bad to have you and
love you, at least I learned to love you and love you.
Well, even in the nights in my dreams you are so close.
(I keep the good stuff, at least I had you)
And My life is a poem, the forgotten poet
and that nobody has rested, because in their verses
there many sorrows, tears, pains a sad poem ...
And with the passage of days and achieved
accustom me to live with this grief
, it's a shame that it calcinates me, it hurts that it hurts, it's a shame that it kills!
That's when memories open up
I only hear your name and the voice
It breaks when I talk about life and
the stars are frightened when at night I shout your name ...
And it was not all bad to love you and
love you I do not care how
You have gone away or you find yourself ...
And it was not all bad to have you and
love you, at least I learned to love you and love you.
Esque the photos are spent when at night I always kiss them!
(an EXTRA bachata collection)
And it was not all bad
(I at least had you and
esque pa'mi every day is Monday I'm still in love here)
And it was not all bad
(You taught me how to love and
to my life you gave it color when you were by my side)
And it was not all bad
(when you cry for a life when your lips dry) ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)