Les thèmes de Laura.

I never thought I would write things like that, I never thought I would write things like the best arias or the best pieces for someone like me, but listen and listen to music and think "why should I keep what I think?" These pieces led me to write this because fill me with emotions that I had never felt and that I did not know before that I could feel (including Overtures of operas). Beautiful angelic choirs, really elegant piano pieces, orchestra concerts that make me close my eyes to go to paradise and more. For now I will not say who are the best composers for me since each one has a style for music. Ninth Symphony (Neunte Sinfonie), Ludwig van Beethoven. The best for me without a doubt, the beginning of the poem is the delicious opening to a symphony that expresses a truly concentrated, emotional Beethoven, full of the most beautiful ideas, peaceful and human. This leads me to think about true peace in the world: that you tell me ...

Those Eyes Caught me that time That you saw me And with your eyes I stayed. Those Eyes Were just a synonym Of emotion and joy, Day after day. Those Eyes Reflected what I wanted to be: A loved one And who loves at the same time. Those Eyes Do not let me think, Its clear blue From just looking. Those Eyes Will always be yours As well as my heart, My eyes were tied with your love. Those Eyes Will never say goodbye to me Because will always be The eyes of the heart.

I am a shadow for you are the sun, I am darkness and you the radiance. I am darkness but with a heart who wants to shine thanks to your love I'm black with pure reason who wants to take you at the bottom of my heart. I am gloomy with a dark being and what do I want you to wear to a beautiful sunrise. I mix all night of a shy being but my love towards you is what I clarify. Goodbye Dark Twilight that the sky got clearer, a cruel farewell but a beautiful clarify.

I despair with ease For a foolish thing Of the same life And it is the same truth. I despair of everything Because sometimes I do not do things And that brings me Truly more painful. I despair very fast Because I feel bad But I know that I can And I will achieve it. I despair And that brings me To do nonsense But never crazy. I despair But I do not sink Because I am strong And no pain will take me.

White as snow just outside but inside dense as the fog. White as the clouds and soft like them But on the bottom black as the dense night. White as a leaf, Without anything written But what do you want? Write something with me White are you But Black at the same time Because a being It is double-wise. White are you And on the gray background, I say goodbye One, like that.

Ese rostro escondido, Esa mirada ausente, Esos ojos oscuros No lo harán por siempre. Ese cuerpo tuyo Es el que me envuelve En una apasionada vista Y se vuelve absorbente. Ese rostro tuyo, Una mirada deseosa Que me lleva A una pasión ardorosa. Eras tú Quien me llevo al amor Y a la pasión más loca Que me alejó del dolor. Eras tú Y por eso digo adiós, Porque si te toco Perderé mi razón.

Calm my heart, calm your being because it is the reason the one that does not want to see. Calm love Why the hurt over time it becomes passion. Calm my soul because it is your spirit the one that takes you to the feeling that despairs. Calm my heart because it's who is telling me: "I love you because you are my reason". Calm and goodbye, this I write you because it is the end of this beautiful song.

A punishment for love is what takes me to this hard place from the bottom of my heart. A punishment for love, I do it for him for the undue nature of his coquettish being. A punishment for love for immoral behavior of my beloved and that he really "loves" me. A real punishment to the manly heart but that in view of another It seems weak. A real punishment It will be like this: "Goodbye and I love you but I do not want you to make me suffer. "

I w ant to be Someone special What is illusion With much more. I want to be More than I am, Without exceeding me, Go where I'm going I want to be Beyond being What I present now And I do not want to see. I want to do, I want to be, I want to go more And with power. I do not want to say I get here Because not, It is not the end yet.

La verdad no sé quiero escribir pero la pregunta es ¿de qué? La verdad esto solo sale de unas palabras que no tienen mente, solo ansias. La verdad esto lo escribo solo porque sí y mi boca no se detiene y mi mente no retiene. La verdad no sé solo quiero teclear, escribir, pronunciar y no mirar. La verdad me detendré porque o si no tanto lo alargaré que nunca terminaré.