Sound Beating (8) First Sound Beating (8)
Living always as the wrist of a music box
which only give rope to move as they wish;
get tired of turning on the same route. Thinking
thousand times the reason for a life so empty
where melodies move me had no letters, no sound.
Shedding tears every time different
hands touched my heart tore out his varnish gave color.
Little by little I realized that
were many hands in the end I had ever owned.
A lonely life where dreams sprang up and quickly faded
These tears spilling
alone and had no meaning.
Dle time the meaning was lost
Using the rope and keeps me
Western at the bottom of a closet, where it was not necessary
a doll without sound and color.
Years passed, the view is lost
long after dark, skin
had lost touch,
after so long without the wind blowing.
The tears turned into pearls around
was the secret meaning of a cry, or maybe,
crying that no one ever paid attention
A croazón so hard that the heat did not reach and where the frivolous
or starting nod.
A heart that lost color.
The doll became a mere object
kept in the dark until someone Hayase. It was there appeared
;
hands so warm and beautiful
who managed to recover
touch and a light shone so strong that speak to the heart
reaching the first beat.
being a doll, without knowing much,
the few sounds he achieved in his life
were by those hands, those hands that
strongly embraced
and would not let go for so do not break their fragile innocence.
Yet fear of the wrist, for that first beat,
escaped most loved those hands
and that she never saw.
In repentance were only dreams for him and abandoned
dropped into this yesterday.
The new color that dream gave
offered him the opportunity to meet new hands
to which he left again.
Although they were always in their memories forever formaronparte
the first of his dreams, and easily replaced
memories.
fantasies giving way to new reunion. Still
fantasies were only for a heart that needed a tune that I did beat
Now that I've never seen
not feel the same.
But still, that melody always sound at the heart
,
recalling that it was the only at that time
who won the first beat
and that led to the boo Search
a new song (just look for a new love to complete the song, 3) 12/24/2009 2:00 hs
Leaving a fantasy, a dream 
Leaving a fantasy, dragging a dream ...
love you and miss you make me look like a nightmare
wish you every word becomes a new dream
a new memory. I wish I stop loving
stop
dream about you without knowing you wanted freedom, to feel a throbbing
know that even I have to live for
now believe hayarlo after all, sorry again
chains of which would not get rid
the beat is faster, the adrenaline
will make mistakes that I do not want
I have a future, a destination
that crossed with yours,
now seem tangled and no possibility of loose, but when it happens
"we remember?
do you forget? O
'd hold my hand as I love so much? I would not wish such
fantasy and that reality is like in my dreams
Too many
Confucianism in my head Should I let you left
You should make me bored to listen
would it be able to step back?
regain my life "moans and cries
happy to see me who?
No, I will not be good and take a stand egosita
not let you go, be mine or not
love or betray the promises o ry
cry, make you dream me, I miss
is and come to wish
a dream into reality.
Dragging sisters ke ... More 
Because we are together, we are no more
Because I am only comfort.
Because I am no longer with you. Because
away who surround you with desire I am no longer.
I protect, I think you too, but no more
we know we're friends because we are for each.
Even so why are not more.
We are sisters.
What I feel you too.
moments of pain, both what we had
Happily, the two.
moments of daring, with both our minds are connected
sisters .... but ke
our senses are shared ...
I dream and I can read the minds of others
you can know what is coming or know is what happens ke
with distances that separate people ...
we'll be together forever because more ke
sisters
a connection is what unites us
Kizas else not see, but our eyes if
our wrists are chained to the wall itself Lives
different different chains
a connection wall
We together, although the time is up
Promises of death where no other
leave to laugh, but we know it's true.
death or life, the connection will
cause we're sisters ke mere promise ....
of connection ... soul ....
coincidences do not exist.
We are together for something and sabemo.
Dedicadoo my tokayissss ke amuuuu
