i want somebody to share..
to share the rest of my life..
to share my innermost thoughts..
to know my intimate details..
someone who'll stand by my side
and will give my support..
and in return she'll get my support..
she will listen to me
when i want to speak
about the world we live in
and life in general
though my views may be wrong
they may even be perverted
she'll hear me out
and she wont easily be converted
to my way of thinking
in fact she'll often dessagree
but in the end she will understand me..

fotos lunares, poems, musica, art, the way to your corazoncito

varios.. several...

great expectations, memento, on the other side of bed, snatch, the godfather, talk to her, sea inside, don't tell anyone, L'Auberge Espagnole..

"rosa gris..
mirada dulce y labios de cristal
y la piel que no toque
blanca como su intencion
sin saber
las reglas de la calle del amor
no se puede flirtear
con la pasion de la ciudad
la vida y la ilusion
se van
como el viejo tren
que no volvio
por la calle del amor,
se van,
donde sin pensar,
se venderan..
una vez,
el dia trajo la oportunidad
de volar a un mas alla
de la calle del amor
al notar
la seda de princesa acariciar
a la chica de cristal
a la fria rosa gris
su piel se endurecio
y su voz ya no se quebro
al suspirar,
la mirada aprendio a pedir
lo que alguna vez
no se atrevio"