Todo es para vos ♥

Vuelo alto muy alto cuando estoy con vos
soy feliz, eternamente feliz, cuando siento tus brazos dandome fuerza para seguir, tus consejos, tus besos, tu alegría... quisiera seguir volando juntos...


No te preocupes.. no te voy a soltar, yo siempre te voy a cuidar como mi tesoro más presiado. Nunca te voy a dejar, nunca dejes de brillar, porque es tu brillo lo que me da vida.


tomame de la mano fuerte y no me sueltes.. porque vamos a volar muy alto y es peligroso el camino, ninguno tiene que soltarse , para no caernos.

Sé que seremos muy felices y todo te lo agradezco a vos,
por tu inmenso amor.

Mi corazon reposa entre tus brasos, es tuyo.

Soy Muy Feliz. Gracias!!

Sin ti, las emociones de hoy no serían más que la piel muerta de las de ayer.

Starry, starry night.Paint your palette blue and grey,Look out on a summer's day,With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.Shadows on the hills,Sketch the trees and the daffodils,Catch the breeze and the winter chills,In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,How you suffered for your sanity,How you tried to set them free.They would not listen, they did not know how.Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,Swirling clouds in violet haze,Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,Weathered faces lined in pain,Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,How you suffered for your sanity,How you tried to set them free.They would not listen, they did not know how.Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,But still your love was true.And when no hope was left in sightOn that starry, starry night,You took your life, as lovers often do.But I could have told you, Vincent,This world was never meant for oneAs beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.Portraits hung in empty halls,Frameless heads on nameless walls,With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.Like the strangers that you've met,The ragged men in the ragged clothes,The silver thorn of bloody rose,Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,How you suffered for your sanity,How you tried to set them free.They would not listen, they're not listening still.Perhaps they never will...