En sueños

I fell in love and didn't even realize it. Before I knew it, I was completely caught in your web of love. I don't know what it is about you, but every day you're with me in my heart. You're on my mind. You never leave it. I only see your lips at dawn. And your eyes at dusk. But you... You don't breathe for me. You just look at me. I'm not your priority. Just your need. Your eyes don't look deeply. They only look at me fondly. Not with love. Your skin belongs to another. I won't touch your hands. I won't touch your hair. Someone without real value. Someone who doesn't breathe for you. You haven't watched the sunset. The pain hides in my spirit. You're not mine. You just breathe. You breathe at dusk. And you wait for your new love. Song of dawn. If you want to have a light mind, throw away all your burdens, gather your emotions, and place them in a glass filled with flowers, and you'll see how they shine with you. Life told me that the streetlights illuminated your soul. Spring of pure water for my lips and my body. A cold dawn breeze passes over me, reminding me of you... Me enamore y no me di cuenta. Cuando menos pensé estaba completamente atrapado en tu red de amor No sé qué tienes a cada día estás conmigo en mi corazón Estas en mi mente No sales de ella Solo veo tus labios al amanecer Y tus ojos al anochecer Pero tú Tú no respiras por mí Solo me miras No soy tu prioridad Solo tu necesidad Tus ojos no miran profundamente Solo me miran con cariño No con amor Tu piel pertenece a otro No tocare tus manos No tocare tu pelo Alguien sin valor real Alguien que no respire por ti No has mirado el atardecer El dolor se esconde en mi espíritu. No eres mía Solo respiras Respiras al atardecer Y esperas tu nuevo amor Cantico de amanecer. Si quieres tener un pensamiento ligero, tira toda tu carga, recoge tus emociones, y colocalas en un cristal lleno de flores y veras como ellas brillan contigo. Me contaba la vida que los faroles alumbraban tu Alma Manantial de Agua pura para mis labios y mi cuerpo Un Aire frío de la madrugada pasa por mi ;recordándote... Autor Luis Carlos Zamora cano Derechos Reservados