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La noche es oscura Sentados en la arena Contemplando la luz De la luna llena En el cielo gris Las nubes se quejan La orilla paciente Las olas espera La brisa coqueta Nuestra piel acaricia Mis manos extraviadas Dibujan tu sonrisa El tiempo pasa sin prisa Cayendo en la nada Y con su pincel Nuestras horas traza  Vemos estrellas Sin contarlas Y como ellas infinita Nuestra esperanza

Nuestro sentimientos Están extraviados En diferentes continentes Solo al pasar el tiempo puedo oír te Que puedo hacer yo al verte Dos horarios incoincidentes Tu pasado es mi presente Cuando en tu playa anochece En la Mia amanece  Mi sentir es ausente La felicidad tu pavor y mi dolor es tu amor Mi memoria es tu verdad Donde estuve ahora estas Si al yo llegar ya te fuiste Como e de extrañarte al irte   Mis estrellas son tu sol Mi frío es tu calor Mi Ecuador es tu polar y Mi principio es tu final By: Me

The heart starts to wonder And you start to wunder What kind of spell you under Your body shaken up Like it was hit by thunder You watch the heart grow fonder Your mind goes to ponder And love for you I scrounger May begin to wonder What kind of spell am I under Day by day the past scowder Hiding in the dark like a mounder My heart starts to wonder Will your pride for me founder Is the prospective here stronger Or what spell our we under By: Me (Now 2:43 AM) (p.s. German to English: Wunder is Wonder, so it says correct me if am wrong (please))

Corro de ti Y no me escondo Lloro por ti Y nunca aprendo Sola en mi sentimiento Y sigo creyendo Algun dia yo comprendo Que tu amor no lo tengo Que tu pasas corriendo Es todo lo que yo entiendo Perdon que lo intento Pero no me arrepiento Si mi ultimo dia estoy viviendo Me morire queriendo By: Me (now)

Love to give should not be selective Nor Love's target suggestive Love in its pureness indusive Love always blind and illusive Love is not exclusive Love in control is abusive True love not intrusive Love in all inclusive  By: Me (2009) (to be continued...)

Yo quisiera odiarte Pero no puedo Te ayudo a mi pesar Sin pensar Que al final Todo me lo debo Y tengo mucho miedo Por que contigo Me muero Y sin ti No puedo estar By: Me (2013)

I care for you You care for her Who cares about me? I dream of you You dream of her Who dreams of me? I look for you You look for her Who looks for me? I write for you You write to her Who writes for me? I think of you You think of her Who thinks of me? I run after you You run after her Who runs after me? I want you You want her Who wants me? I long for you You long for her Who longs for me? I cry for you You cry for her Who cries for me? I sing for you You sing to her Who sings for me? I live for you You live for her Who lives for me? Ill die for you You’ll die for her Who’ll die for me? I love only you You love only her Who loves only me? By: Me (Now)

Water in the rain Fill my cup Half full of tears Heart full of Fears Wish I were near End of the road Half full of tears Fill my cup Water in the rain Signal clears Air is dry Time to cry End of the road Wish I were near Heart full of fears Miles away Alone in all Fall standing up Fill my cup Water in the rain Half full of tears Wish I were near By: Me (Now)

La Poeta Escribe De amor De esperanza De felicidad De tristeza Desde anocher Hasta que amananezca Con animo Con pereza Hasta que un dia enloquezca By: Me (2013)

I can say a thousand words To try and explain my faults But mere words will never right the wrongs I have made mistakes of that am sure But the one thing I regret is to have caused a sore You are the only one in my life I swore and I will do whatever it takes to show is you that I adore I can say a million things to ask for forgiveness love I do not want to keep this fight Please take off your glove I put my heart at your disposal And with this I propose That we start it all again let that ugly chapter close By: Me (2012) p.s. Wrote it for my nephew after a break up (made it sound like he wrote it). She took him back that time.

A man standing  on the top of a mountain  whom I thought  I could never reach Threw a rope  for me to climb  So on top of the mountain  with him I could be By: Me (2000)

  To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.   Shakespeare: Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28