A wonderful ride...

Here I am... In the middle of the night, in the middle of the rain... And there's nothing else I would prefer than having you here with me tonight... I'm cold, with a lot of work to do yet, I go to the kitchen and prepare some more coffee, I drink it, but it's useless... I'm still cold, because my mind and my heart are somewhere else... Yes, they are there, with you, in your bed, in your arms, lying down on your breast... My body would love to be there too... To be with you.

The days, the hours, the minutes are passing by, there's no much time left to live this, to enjoy this, to suffer this... I think about it when you're not here and when I'm not there, like tonight, like today.

I know you may feel fear of this... I know you were not expecting this... But the same happened to me... The best thing is we decided to live it, no matter the circumstances, the conditions. We have reached this point of pure crazy love for a reason, we were born to live it, even if nobody can or will ever understand it.

Now we're riding a rollercoaster of emotions, sensations, feelings and thoughts... I'll keep enjoying the ride even if I don't know how much it will last, even if I don't know if at the end I will have some injuries, scars and I might be hurt. 

Because, certainly, I'm sure it will be the most exciting ride of my life... 

Si

Deambulo, vagando a la deriva...
Pero siempre buscando tus ojos y tu sonrisa.
Esa bella sonrisa,
la misma que me atrapó,
la que me tiene preso,
la que me hace creer...

Basta, que esto no es casualidad,
estamos más que conectados,
aunque lo intentes negar.
Aunque en nuestros discursos no se diga,
nos estamos gritando de Amor.
Escúchanos, hablando entre líneas,
nos confesamos,
sin esconder la razón...

El miedo no figura,
no está presente en mí,
mucho menos la duda,
esa sólo permanece en ti.

Así como crece el sentimiento,
igual crece el dolor.
El no poder decirte lo que siento,
me está mordiendo el corazón.
Si no lo has vuelto a escuchar de mi voz,
mis ojos honestos te lo recuerdan,
te lo gritan cada vez que se encuentran con los tuyos,
te lo susurran cada vez que me voy.

Las horas se vuelven más lentas para volver a verte,
¿Pero de qué me sirve sentarme a tu lado?
Si no puedo tenerte.

Arriesgarme a todo podría ser el único camino,
dejar de callarme,
dejar de fingir,
ya de ti depende nuestro destino,
pero nunca me pidas dejar de sentir.

Si decides estar conmigo,
mi alma dejará de estar muerta.
Si prefieres salir de mi vida,
te pido que cierres la puerta.