uhmmm so....alot of people say they can't live without music...well...for how many months now i've been living without it[i think]... and the only music i have heard was the ringback from one of our resource person...and hey try calling my phone, i also have her ringback...eerrrr hate it....
anyway, i borrowed my sisters' nano again, and every song that i put in her ipod was still there... flashbacks came back again...heavy feelings....sad ones.... it actually reminded me how sad i was before... flirting with one woman to another...and getting my heart broken over and over... was such a sad boy...i guess that changed the moment i met the person im with right now...stef... i stopped listening to music, day by day those times i've spent with her i became happier....
i was checking my phone awhile ago, saw this "Tu Risa" i forgot what it was...googled it....its by pablo neruda....silly me because i forgot i saved it on my phone because it reminded me of stef....
Quítame el pan, si quieres, | quítame el aire, pero | no me quites tu risa |
| Take the bread from me, if you want | take the air from me, but | do not take from me your laughter |
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No me quites la rosa, | la lanza que desgranas, | el agua que de pronto | estalla en tu alegría, | la repentina ola | de plata que te nace. |
| Do not take away the rose, | the lanceflower that you pluck, | the water that suddenly | bursts forth in your joy, | the sudden wave | of silver born in you. |
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Mi lucha es dura y vuelvo | con los ojos cansados | a veces de haber visto | la tierra que no cambia, | pero al entrar tu risa | sube al cielo buscándome | y abre para mí todas | las puertas de la vida. |
| My struggle is harsh and I come back | with eyes tired | at times from having seen | the unchanging earth, | but when your laughter enters | it rises to the sky seeking me | and it opens for me all | the doors of life. |
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Amor mío, en la hora | más oscura desgrana | tu risa, y si de pronto | ves que mi sangre mancha | las piedras de la calle, | ríe, porque tu risa | será para mis manos | como una espada fresca. |
| My love, in the darkest | hour your laughter | opens, and if suddenly | you see my blood staining | the stones of the street, | laugh, because your laughter | will be for my hands | like a fresh sword. |
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Junto al mar en otoño, | tu risa debe alzar | su cascada de espuma, | y en primavera, amor, | quiero tu risa como | la flor que yo esperaba, | la flor azul, la rosa | de mi patria sonora. |
| Next to the sea in the autumn, | your laughter must raise | its foamy cascade, | and in the spring, love, | I want your laughter like | the flower I was waiting for, | the blue flower, the rose | of my echoing country. |
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Ríete de la noche, | del día, de la luna, | ríete de las calles | torcidas de la isla, | ríete de este torpe | muchacho que te quiere, | pero cuando yo abro | los ojos y los cierro, | cuando mis pasos van, | cuando vuelven mis pasos, | niégame el pan, el aire, | la luz, la primavera, | pero tu risa nunca | porque me moriría. |
| Laugh at the night, | at the day, at the moon, | laugh at the twisted | streets of the island, | laugh at this clumsy | boy who loves you, | but when I open | my eyes and close them, | when my steps go, | when my steps return, | deny me bread, air, | light, spring, | but never your laughter | for I would die.
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She is my Happiness...Every time i'm down...every time i think everything would fall apart...she has always reminded me i can do something Today and if today isn't enough, there's always tomorrow...and that everything would be ok....
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