Amiga mÃa, no se que decir, ni que hacer para verte feliz. ojalá pudiera mandar en el alma o en la libertad, que es lo que a el le hace falta; llenarte los bolsillos de guerras ganadas, de sueños e ilusiones renovadas. yo quiero regalarte una poesÃa; tu piensas que estoy dando las noticias.
Amiga mÃa, ojalá algún dÃa escuchando mi canción, de pronto, entiendas que lo que nunca quise fue contar tu historia porque pudiera resultar conmovedora. pero, perdona, amiga mÃa, no es inteligencia, ni es sabidurÃa; esta es mi manera de decir las cosas. no es que sea mi trabajo, es que es mi idioma.
Amiga mÃa, princesa de un cuento infinito. amiga mÃa, tan solo pretendo que cuentes conmigo. amiga mÃa, a ver si uno de estos dÃas, por fin aprendo a hablar sin tener que dar tantos rodeos, que toda esta historia me importa porque eres mi amiga .
Amiga mÃa, no se que decir, ni que hacer para verte feliz. ojalá pudiera mandar en el alma o en la libertad, que es lo que a el le hace falta; llenarte los bolsillos de guerras ganadas, de sueños e ilusiones renovadas. yo quiero regalarte una poesÃa; tu piensas que estoy dando las noticias.
Amiga mÃa, princesa de un cuento infinito. amiga mÃa, tan solo pretendo que cuentes conmigo. amiga mÃa, a ver si uno de estos dÃas,
por fin aprendo a hablar sin tener que dar tantos rodeos, que toda esta historia me importa porque eres mi amiga.
[english] Amiga Mine...
Amiga mine, I know, just live by, who knows too, but you do not see like me, beg my mouth to say I had confessed among cups, that is your skin with whom he dreams at night and that enloquece with each button you unzip thinking in their hands. you have not seen the tremble, hoping
a word, a gesture a hug. you do not see the sighing like me, with ojitos open wide, listen to appoint him. Ay friend of mine! What is and well.
Amiga mine, is not to say, nor do to see you happy. hopefully could mandar in the soul or freedom, that is what makes it to the absence; llenarte the pockets of wars won, of dreams and illusions renovated. I want regalarte a poem; you think I´m giving the news.
Amiga mine, hopefully someday listening to my song, suddenly understand that what they never wanted
was counting your story because they might be moving. But forgive, friend of mine, Intelligence is not, nor is wisdom; this is my way of saying things. it is not my job, it´s my language.
Amiga mine, princess of a story infinity. friend of mine, just pretend you have with me. friend of mine, to see if one of these days, finally learn to speak without having to give as many rodeos, that this whole story to me because you are my friend.
Amiga mine, it is only live by, who knows too, but you do not see like me, beg my mouth to say
I had confessed among cups, that is your skin with whom he dreams at night ...
Amiga mine, is not to say, nor do to see you happy. hopefully could mandar in the soul or freedom, that is what makes it to the absence; llenarte the pockets of wars won, of dreams and illusions renovated. I want regalarte a poem; you think I´m giving the news.
Amiga mine, princess of a story infinity. friend of mine, just pretend you have with me. friend of mine, to see if one of these days, finally learn to speak without having to give as many rodeos,
that this whole story to me because you are my friend.