AnnyGranados

🔥🔥🔥 I'm not going to. 🔥🔥🔥

It's like a joy Like a smile Something in the voice That seems to tell us "come" That makes us feel strangely good It's like the whole story Of the niggers Who swing Between love and despair Something that dances in you If you have it, you have it She, she has it.. Oh-oh-oh-Or or-or This I don't know what.. Ou-ou ou-Or ou-ou That d' others don't have What puts us in a strange state She, She has it, She has it. O-o o-O o-o This funny voice She has,. O-o o- O ou-ou, This strange joy This gift from heaven that makes her beautiful She, she has it, she has it She has,. Ou-ou ou-O ou-ou She, she has it, She,. O-o o-O o-o She has this extra soul This indefinable charm This little flame is monkey in barrels On pianos In everything God can put in your hands Show your laughter or your sorrow But what you have nothing, that you are king That you keep looking for the powers that sleep inside you You see that it won't be bought When you have it you have it

You, friends, so often tell me that soon I won't be sad. I'd like to believe them someday, but I doubt it rightly. Try to answer my question. ¿Who will know, who will know, who will know? Who will know? know how to make me forget tell me My only reason to live Try to tell me Who will know, who will know, yeah, who will know You, my friends, try to understand Only one girl in the world can give me back Everything I've lost, I know she won't come back So if you can tell me Who knows, who knows, who knows Who knows make me experience other joys I had only her on earth And without her all my life I know well that happiness does not exist You, my friends, the sun floods you They say I'll come out of the shadows I'd like to believe them if But my heart gives up My question still remains unanswered

When I see you pass, oh my indolent dear, To the song of the instruments that breaks in the ceiling Suspending your harmonious and slow step, And removing the fatigue from your deep gaze; When I contemplate, in the fires of the gas that color it, Your pale forehead, embellished by a morbid attraction, Where the torches of the evening light a dawn, And your eyes attractive as those of a portrait, I say to myself: How beautiful she is! And strangely fresh! The memory solid, tower real and heavy, The crown, and your heart bruised like a peach, It is ripe, like your body, for the love wise. ¿Are you the fruit of autumn with sovereign flavors? Are you a funeral vase waiting for tears, a perfume that makes you dream of distant oases, a pillow that caresses or a basket of flowers? I know there are eyes, the most melancholic, That do not hide precious secrets; Beautiful cases without jewels, medallions without relics, Emptier, deeper than you, O Heaven! But is it not enough that you are the appearance, To make a heart rejoice that flees from the truth? What does your stupidity or your indifference matter? Mask or decoration, hello! I love your beauty. Look for magic every day

In the whisper of the wind, a song is heard, a murmur of leaves, a heartbeat. The moon, as a witness, illuminates our union, and in the eternal forest, our passion is reborn.

Under the starry sky, where time stops, two souls have met, like waves that the sea holds. Whispers of eternal night, kisses in the dark, two hearts intertwine, not afraid of the truth.

In the silence of the night, when the world sleeps in peace, shared dreams are born, the truth is drawn. Your eyes, like beacons, guide me through the darkness, and in your infinite embrace, I find my freedom.

Among shadows and silent desires, your skin and mine slowly meet. Every touch, a hidden fire, every sigh, a deep secret. In the intimacy of the moon, we are body, soul and fortune. Our worlds are intertwined in the forbidden, under the mantle of the never-said.

Your hands walk without haste, drawing paths of fire. In silence, everything screams, when the bodies are the verb. Looks that burn the distance, lips that find their home, we are two souls in dance, lost in the art of loving.