Past...

It seems as if it were yesterday...

Sometimes I wish everything was a dream, I could just open my eyes...

As if I could wake up in that small room with purple walls, with my desk filled with drawings,

with the sun shining through the window...

Sometimes I miss everything so much, I just wish I could just hold these memories and never let go

[It's so hard to let go of the past...]

but at the same time I wish I could forget everything and ignore the pain that comes along with these memories...

Yet these memories are so vivid...

[I would wake up and make breakfast

I would wait for my dad to drop me off to school

I would talk and laugh with my friends

I would spend lunch time in the art room with them

singing or just talking...

I would stay after school in the art room

or I would eat lunch at her house

Wednesdays and Fridays I would get out early

I would walk with my friend to the movie store until 2pm

then I would pick up my brother from school and walk home...]

But somehow, deep inside me I'm glad that everything turned out like this

[Once I got home I would eat lunch

If it was my turn I would've washed the dishes

my dad would go to sleep for a while

my mom would start dinner

I would spend the entire afternoon in front of the tv

and at 8pm my love would begin

and I would spend the night doing homework and solving the crime...

Such a simple life...]

But...

In the end I like how everything is

and if it weren't for those changes...

I would've never had the friends that I have...

I would've never meet him...

[Y con un beso y un adios

me despido de vos...]

Love...?

What Is Love?

[ a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person

a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.

a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart. ]

Hay varias definiciones, varios significados, varias interpretaciones

que es el amor?

Para mi...

el amor es...

[ todo... el amor...

son aquellas conversaciones con tus amigas

son aquellas sonrisas

son aquellas lagrimas ]

Love is...

[those dreams

those hugs

those endless nights...]

and your bashful smile...

Another day...

[No soy perfecta, No soy bella, solo soy una mas...]

Aveces me pregunto, que hubiera pasado si nunca me hubiese marchado...? Would things be different

La vida continua, que mas quisiera parar el tiempo, pero eso es algo impossible...

Dia tras dia la misma rutina no te cansas?

la misma historia, las mismas mentiras, las mismas voces...

But I've lerned to love them

Apreciar cada momento...

Apreciar cada segundo...

por que nunca se sabe si manana estaras vivo

nunca se sabe si la historia continuara

The daily things (like this and that and what is what)

That keeps us all busy

Are confusing me...