And this is how I see it. by AndresResy, literature
Literature
And this is how I see it.
Yes... indeed life is gorgeous and beautiful, but no one said it was easy.
As I walked through my lovely city I decided to look and understand the world a little bit better.
It all began with a rose, such a sweet, romantic, gorgeous and lovely flower. There was just 1 little problem... It was full of thorns, more than usual. I could say the intense red flower is life, but its surrounded by thorns, problems.
Later...couples, couples all over the street. There was a little particular thing about most,not all, of this couples. Men didn't stop staring at their partner's breasts or asses, and the women's smile was only visible when a wallet cam
Since long time ago I have been loving you and having the desire to be the perfect man for you.... but
As I try to become a perfect man, the one you would love....
You only laugh and don't even notice all the thing I have changed.
As I treat you sweetly and take my time for you...
You call me and inmature idiot and leave me in the cold darkness.
As I sacrifice goals and dreams just for you....
You don't even care and talk to me about other guys...
As I cry and hate my self for not been your perfect man....
You call me stupid and make fun of me, rubbing in my face all my failed effort and making me look insignificant.
Why... Why again
I want to touch your lips like no man has ever done. I want to make song just for you and my inspiration will be your voice.
As I hug you and forgot about every single thing in my life and just counted the seconds as if they were unique, my mind said.
-Why do I hug you so much? Why not?!, the warmth of your body gives me a sensation of been alive and a reason for me to compose.-
No answer came from her thin pink lips.
-Are you okay my love? Are you mad?-
She looked me, with a glance which describe death itself, her body became cold and her face lost it's color. I was embracing a cold, pale body with a dead soul... the nex thing I heard w
Your strings are a gate for a screaming soul, a soul screaming for the pleasure of music and the desire of showing the world your true form.
Rien de plus beau que la musique
La porte à la vraie liberté
Dando una nueva luz a cada idea
6 metal strings
Walking by a empty land with no joy or hope,
where sun never shined or kids laugh.
With my old wood friend and his 6 mighty strings, we planned a way to give life back to the old black town. A old man came up to me and said with a sinister grin " You won't bring light with that old wood case, kid! This land can't smile by hearing just 6 metal strings"
Leaving those words behind and sitting on a bench, my old wooden pal and I started to play.
Chord by chord, note by note became a melody for the town, something they have never heard came along the air and bounces everywhere.
The sound of joy and hope shined in the sky, the
During a cold winter, while you touched my face and we cuddle in bed making ourselves a warm comfy moment I said in a low voice, almost whispering to your ear "I love you, sweet heart".
A strong hug came along with a "me too", my heart was pounding slowly and hardly. A romantic slow and passionate kiss was next, the warmth of her lips was just indescribable. Her eyes opened and I just stared at her, stared and that cute face who made me smile.
Then I woke up .alone .cold and with just one warm thing on my cheek, a teardrop.
And this is how I see it. by AndresResy, literature
Literature
And this is how I see it.
Yes... indeed life is gorgeous and beautiful, but no one said it was easy.
As I walked through my lovely city I decided to look and understand the world a little bit better.
It all began with a rose, such a sweet, romantic, gorgeous and lovely flower. There was just 1 little problem... It was full of thorns, more than usual. I could say the intense red flower is life, but its surrounded by thorns, problems.
Later...couples, couples all over the street. There was a little particular thing about most,not all, of this couples. Men didn't stop staring at their partner's breasts or asses, and the women's smile was only visible when a wallet cam
Since long time ago I have been loving you and having the desire to be the perfect man for you.... but
As I try to become a perfect man, the one you would love....
You only laugh and don't even notice all the thing I have changed.
As I treat you sweetly and take my time for you...
You call me and inmature idiot and leave me in the cold darkness.
As I sacrifice goals and dreams just for you....
You don't even care and talk to me about other guys...
As I cry and hate my self for not been your perfect man....
You call me stupid and make fun of me, rubbing in my face all my failed effort and making me look insignificant.
Why... Why again
I want to touch your lips like no man has ever done. I want to make song just for you and my inspiration will be your voice.
As I hug you and forgot about every single thing in my life and just counted the seconds as if they were unique, my mind said.
-Why do I hug you so much? Why not?!, the warmth of your body gives me a sensation of been alive and a reason for me to compose.-
No answer came from her thin pink lips.
-Are you okay my love? Are you mad?-
She looked me, with a glance which describe death itself, her body became cold and her face lost it's color. I was embracing a cold, pale body with a dead soul... the nex thing I heard w
Your strings are a gate for a screaming soul, a soul screaming for the pleasure of music and the desire of showing the world your true form.
Rien de plus beau que la musique
La porte à la vraie liberté
Dando una nueva luz a cada idea
6 metal strings
Walking by a empty land with no joy or hope,
where sun never shined or kids laugh.
With my old wood friend and his 6 mighty strings, we planned a way to give life back to the old black town. A old man came up to me and said with a sinister grin " You won't bring light with that old wood case, kid! This land can't smile by hearing just 6 metal strings"
Leaving those words behind and sitting on a bench, my old wooden pal and I started to play.
Chord by chord, note by note became a melody for the town, something they have never heard came along the air and bounces everywhere.
The sound of joy and hope shined in the sky, the
During a cold winter, while you touched my face and we cuddle in bed making ourselves a warm comfy moment I said in a low voice, almost whispering to your ear "I love you, sweet heart".
A strong hug came along with a "me too", my heart was pounding slowly and hardly. A romantic slow and passionate kiss was next, the warmth of her lips was just indescribable. Her eyes opened and I just stared at her, stared and that cute face who made me smile.
Then I woke up .alone .cold and with just one warm thing on my cheek, a teardrop.
Do you remember those nights together?
Where we whispered our secrets through airwaves,
And tears evaporated on time?
Remember those sleepless dreams,
Memories echoed in the halls?
From one mouth to another,
Priceless words laid upon tongue and ear,
Taken from our lips,
Injected into our hearts.
Can you hear the night howling,
Our voices caressing the cold air?
Do you remember our future
Speeding towards us so fast?
And can you feel our lives ahead,
Pushing forward to our end?
It's not a big deal but... I just made a Twitter account and... I kinda get how this works.
It's a bit of a "wate of time" like all social webpages but entretains you a lot. Just with 3 followers and following 10 people it becomes something a bit more interesting. This has a constant goal of "Getting more and more followers" having as a challenge the typical question (Personal opinion) "How the hell i'm going to do that?! I don't get this!".
It's a little nice world were you can get into a role, been a celebrity, by having the constant urge of telling someone what you think, eat, do or... whatever.
It's a pretty place but as always when y
I have been trying to write some poems lately but nothing comes up!
Music, playing the guitar, playing the trumpet, eating....wre did my inspiration go?!! :(
this night cant get worser
I have been for a long time hearing this song and wow I recomend it for writing :D Every single time I hear to more and more music I think about studing Music or dedicating my life to it :)
THIS YEAR IM LEARNING HO TO PLAY THE PIANO !!