This is the true story of Marinella
that slipped into the river in spring
but the wind that saw her so beautiful
from the river took her upon a star.
Alone without the memory of a pain,
you lived without the dream of a love
but a king without a crown and there were unescorted
knocked three times one day to your door.
White as the moonhis hat
like love his red cloak.
You followed him without a reason
as one boy follows the kite.
And the sun was out and there were you had beautiful eyes
he kissed your lips and hair
there was the moon and there were your eyes were tired
He put his hands on your hips.
There were kisses and there w
Como en un libro abierto
leo de tus pupilas en el fondo.
A que fingir el labio
risas que se desmienten en los ojos?
Llora! No te averguences
de confesar que me has querido un poco.
Llora! Nadie nos mira.
Ya ves; yo soy un hombre... y tambìen lloro.
I'm in LOVE
i don't realy know what "be in love" mean
...but...if you ask me now..i'll answer his name...MATTEO
He is love..
His eyes...deep blue...where you can swim in..
His smile...brings happines
His arms...hold me when i need him
His skin...smell like strawberries
His breath..on my nek..
Everything of him is love...
But..how would you feel..if you know that YOU have broken his heart...stol his love...and punch it in the face?
I don't know how would you feel..but i know how I feel
It sucks...realy sucks
And the worst thing...is...that i ca't do nothing to fix what i've done..
I feel so upset..i feel like if everything that i