Uno más Uno
No siempre resulta en dos
La matemática no se entiende
Si los números pierden su valor.
Si sumamos y restamos
Sin auto control
Las cifras no darán un resultado,
Perderán todo significado.
Uno mas Uno
Author: The Risell Chronicle
Like a Painter
Like a Painter
Who paints just for painting
That spends ink, just for coloring
That’s how vain your words are
They emanate sound
Only for those who can’t hear.
It’s your love
As an obsolete artist,
Drawing pieces of art
In a lackluster notebook
With numbers and letters.
Como un Pintor
Como un Pintor
Que pinta por Pintar
Que gasta tinta, solo por colorear
Así de vana son tus palabras
Emanan sonido
Solo para quienes no pueden escuchar.
Es tu amor
Como un artista obsoleto,
Dibujando piezas de arte
En una deslucida libreta
Con números y letras.
I love you
Just as birds fly seasonally
Always coming back where they started
Just like them, that's what happens to me.
No matter where I am
I will always come back to you.
As a safe harbor
Whose sailor seeks refuge
There is no sea or storm
May they take me away from you.
Just like the August sun
Heats without measure
Thus, at maximum temperature
So, that's how I love you.
Tired Air
Tired air from thin bottle
That alludes to the crazy drought
Perpetual between life
Although by some beloved.
Stroll among the meadows
More ephemeral of the valley
Cute color used
Old and tired suit dress.
If you feel it, run toward it
With all the strength in the world
And without asking or seeing
Help him, clean that vagabond.
Treat it with patience
Give it fine sand and seawater
And perhaps in appearance
You open it could find.
We all can
A pleasant day without rain and wind
To madness within the desert
I am saddened by life and its ways
Stains in castles
While cars run and run
In the fog, without sun or moon.
Between two, there may be four
When we all can.
I believe you
I believe you because I have no choice And if I didn't believe you, I wouldn't know what to believe Yes, I believe because it is easy to believe Believing that I believe you so. I believe you in indelible ink I believe and it cannot be erased Believing in a few lines That appear and are not. I believe you without believing Hoping you'd believe what I've believed In past present and future I believed, I believe, and I will believe
Te Creo
Te creo porque no tengo más remedio
Y si no te creyera no sabría que creer
Si creo porque es fácil creer
Creyendo que así te creo.
Te creo en tinta indeleble
Creo y no se puede borrar
Creyendo en unas líneas
Que aparecen y no están.
Te creo sin creer
Esperando que creyeras en lo que he creído
En pasado presente y futuro
Creí, creo, y creeré
Porque te amo
¿Porque te amo me preguntas?
Mientras te sonrío de una manera picaresca
Y en ese momento sin mover mis labios
Sabes la respuesta.
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DonateSi me preguntas
Se que si me preguntas
Este no tendrá respuesta
Se que si me hablas
Este no tendrá palabras
Se que si me tomas de la mano
Esta será escurridiza
Se que si me amas
Si me amas
Este te amara.
The Risell Chronicle 