Look at me, I can not concentrate at all;
I'm clueless, I do everything wrong.
I am a disaster and I do not know what is happening.
I like to rage, I want you;
You get me to despair.
I feel so great for you,
that having you will not be enough.
What is this that invites me to live,
What gives me the illusion?
What will that force be to all
unites us two by two?
Is it the strength of the heart? ...
It makes me hug you and
the bodies get in the way
I tremble only with the idea of ??rubbing
your lips full of new kisses.
I can not sleep, you steal my tranquility;
someone has embroidered your body
with threads of my anxiety.
Belt tuis crossed legs,
in my back a clock
where your fingers are the needles
and wind this engine
which is the strength of the heart.
And it is the force that elevates you,
that pushes you and that fills you,
that drags you and that brings you closer to God.
It's a feeling, almost an obsection
if the strength is of the heart.
It's something that binds you,
an energy discharge
that is taking away your reason.
It makes you stumble, it creates confusion,
Surely that is the strength of the heart.
It is the force that takes you ...
I can not think, I would have to take more care of myself,
how, little by little, I lose my life
and then you give it to me.
What is it that blinds the lover
What's going on over there, sir?
and he's just a kid
naughty, provocative.
Will it be the strength of the heart?
And it's the strength ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)