No necesito razones

he visto ojos tan claros que el azul del mar quedaría totalmente opaco. He visto sonrisas tan lindas que no necesité más que verlas para tratar de sonreír de la misma manera. He besado bocas tan dulces que ningún fruto de la naturaleza podría acercarse a lo que he probado. Y sin embargo, te quiero; porque todas esas cosas que he visto, que he tocado y que he besado no son más que un bonito cuadro. No hay luz, no hay alegría y tampoco todo eso que me haces sentir. Tal vez es eso... porque me haces sentir, porque no hay dudas, porque no importan tus ojos, tampoco tu sonrisa, no es tu pelo, es todo... es lo que siento al verte, es lo que me provocas cuando me hablas, es esa expresión en tu cara que me impide ser indiferente.

Es lo que me haces sentir, sólo eso... por eso te quiero

No las necesito ahora y no las voy a necesitar. Son sólo cosas que pasan

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