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Sigo con los gustarías

Últimamente he vivido episodios raros en esta parte de mi vida, y en esos momentos me pongo a pensar quién soy o quién me gustaría ser, a lo que encuentro cosas interesantes:


Me gustaría ser más interesante,

por lo menos para llamar tu atención por algunos momentos,

pero también me gustaría ser un poco más estúpido,

para robarte un poco de tu tiempo al hablar sobre mi.

Me gustaría ser más listo para asombrarte

y más alegre para robar tu sonrisa.

Me gustaría ser más atrevido para decirte lo que estoy sintiendo

pero también más paciente para escuchar tus aventuras del día.

Me gustaría tenerte cerca

para poder encontrar en ti cosas que no he descubierto aún,

pero también me gustaría que estuvieras lejos,

porque te extrañaría y podría tenerte en mi pensamiento todo el tiempo.

Me gustaría ser el mejor, para poder impresionarte con las grandes hazañas,

me gustaría que fueras de mis estrellas la más brillante y de mi cielo el único horizonte.

Me gustaría besarte y recorrer tu cuerpo cuantas noches hay en el año

Me gustaría hacerte un poco más feliz, tenerte un poco mas tranquila

Me gustaría que estuvieras aquí... y me gustaría que lo supieras


A pesar de lo difícil de los tiempos, me seguiría encantando.
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