( i me mine ): I WANT TO BE PERFECT

19.9.08

I WANT TO BE PERFECT

Hate me, hate me, hate me. Forgive me, my love, for being so stupid and useless, and always have this tendency to ruin things.
I feel very ashamed of myself, I hate when it arises in me at least a trace of weakness.
Enough!!, I said many times that I'm not going to let anything defeat me, and then shows up with absurd baseless paranoia. Both say that no one would ever see me mourn, and then I break and finish like an idiot crying next to the phone.
And I don't want to make you feel bad, I don't want you think is your fault that I react well.
I would say so many things, and I can't find the words. I can only ask forgiveness, and make sure that I love you more than anything (and it's not enough!).

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Mientras mi guitarra dulcemente llora.

I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping; While my guitar gently weeps; I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping; Still my guitar gently weeps; I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love; I don't know how someone controlled you; They bought and sold you.
I look at the world and I notice it's turning; While my guitar gently weeps; With every mistake we must surely be learning; Still my guitar gently weeps; I don't know how you were diverted; You were perverted too; I don't know how you were inverted; No one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping; While my guitar gently weeps; Look at you all...Still my guitar gently weeps.

Blanca Reina.

So sad her eyes smiling dark eyes; So sad her eyes as it began; On such a breathless night as this; Upon my brow the lightest kiss; I walked alone. And all around the air did sway; My lady soon will stir this way; In sorrow known.
The white queen walks; And the night grows pale; Stars of lovingness in her hair; Heeding unheard pleading one word.
So sad my eyes she cannot see; How did thee fare, what have thee seen; The mother of the willow green; I call her name.
And 'neath her window have I stayed; I loved the footsteps that she made; And when she came.
White queen, how my heart did ache; And dry my lips, no word would make; So still I wait.
My goddess hear my darkest fear; I speak too late; It's for evermore that I wait; Dear friend goodbye; No tears in my eyes; So sad it ends as it began.