Spaceship

It's not your fault.  Don't get me wrong because I'm not sure there's explanation. I don't know you, please don't get it in a bad way. You got something from the past  You look like, or you smell like, or you feel like, I'm not sure... I've seen those eyes before  I've felt like that before  I've been excited just because of someone like you... You got something of my memories that I don't want to feel soon. And I don't know you, but I can feel it there...  and I don't talk to you, but I think you're talking.  And it's not me, it's not you. It's something broken with this heart too

Tenía la costumbre de quererla. De acariciarla despacito. De sentir como su piel se transformaba. Tenía la costumbre de  sentirla, de saber que ella estaba ahí, de confiar en que siempre sucedería lo bueno. Tenía la costumbre de besarla, en los labios, en el cuello, de furtivo, escondidos, para nosotros. Tenía la costumbre de acariciarla, de memorizar sus formas, de sentir cada uno de los pliegues y los valles, de verla sufrir mientras me acercaba más. Tenía la costumbre de hablarle del mundo, de la luna, de lo bueno y de lo malo. Tenía la costumbre de retarla, de buscar la forma de distinta, de encontrar el ángulo divertido. Me moría sobre todo por escucharla... Ahora no quiero acostumbrarme. Me irrita su voz, me lastima su prisa. Me parece tan innecesario vivir en un chiste, de desperdiciar la vida en tonterías. Me aterra volver a sentirla, me siento perseguido por la idea de que ella vive ahí, de que no traiga nada bueno. El mundo, la luna y la vida parecen tan alejadas, tan t...

Please, do not misinterpret my intentions. I'm not trying to trick you; I just want to fly to the moon with you. They say it's going to be the most beautiful in decades, and they say the weather is becoming colder. It's not for the rest of our lives and probably will end the day after tomorrow, it neither is a trip on drugs, and for sure it's not about unstoppable emotions, it's just I've found the perfect chance to make the moon prettier. And, this is a formal invitation to get lost together, to contemplate the life jointly. I've heard this is not going to happen for the next 20 years, and I want to fix the moment in your eyes, to remember every second of all those years. I don't know what's going to happen the next 20 days, but I want to live with the memories of beautiful things together. Yes, I want to undress you and get lost in those endless blue eyes. I also want to kiss every inch of your skin and find many routes to the magic of your thoug...

 

Her bright hair, regularly divided into two parts, surrounds the harmonious outlines of her delicate and white cheeks, always brilliant and lustrous.  Her eyebrows made of ebony have the form and strength of the arc of The Kama, God of love, and under her silky eyelashes, in the black pupils of her limpid eyes, they swim like in the sacred lakes of Himalaya, the purest reflect of her strong soul. Exceptional, equals and white, her teeth shine between the smile of her fabulous lips, like dew drops in the middle of the pomegranate tree.  Her beautiful symmetric ears, her delicate hands, her arched and tender feet shine with the light of the most beautiful pearls of Ceylon, like lotus tips, like the most beautiful diamonds of Golconda.

Vives en ese espacio detrás de mis ojos, en donde se queda la belleza, los miedos y los sueños. En donde no tienes que mirar para mirar porque puedes sentir tu luz sin que haya un sólo rayo de sol. Vives detrás de mi nariz también, justo debajo. Despertando los más dulces recuerdos atrapados en tu aroma, reviviendo instantes que sólo se alimentan con tu ser. Vives detrás de mis labios, callando lo que de ti quiero decir y gritando todo lo que te quiero besar. Vives en cada grieta que con el frío recuerda tu piel, vives en cada latido que necesita tu voz...

But the day there's a manual to try to understand the strength of those eyes, the beauty of that skin, the nice and delicate fall of the hair and the deliciousness of those lips, the world can suicide because there's no way to use all the words existing in all the languages that can approach the sensational things that you can produce with the shining of your smile...