The proximity of the distance

It was just a little phase
That when I read
All sense I could see
How distance can be

From someone who you deeply love
And it is not by your side
It is far.. but not apart
Because this love is still alive
From both sides

That feeling will survive
Any miles that exist between two places

Even though miles exist between us we can still see each other's faces

Exactly how always was and always will be

With shiny eyes
That show how far a love can fly

Happiness

Everybody look for this constantly
Daily we smile trying to keep happiness alive
Who doesn't want to be happy all the time?
But of couse as imperfect people
We do not have a perfect life
With no problems or hard time
Then come the ilusion about looking for it
Hiding yourself from the outside
But child, 
Neither clubd and dances provides a lasting feeling
Neither boyfriend or husband can satisfied you 24 hours a day
Nor drinks or drugs will maintain you "high" for more than some hours or a few moments
There are no comedy that will make you laugh for real
So now you see, 
If before anything you don't find truly and honest feeling inside
From the simplicity things of life
Being a strong enough to admit there are no hapiness all the time
But feeling some perspective with hope walking by the happiness side
You will learn kid, 
How deep a happy feeling can be.

Trust

A circle. A circle of confidences
where you can walk miles away,
but that first point where you started will always be the same.

My bodyguard. My friend,
simple, loyal, complete. It is my dog coming to sit by my side.
He knows me, just by observing and listening,
without asking anything else, except for me.

A car in the garage,
parked and warm.
When a sudden terrible storm starts
with thunder and lightning,
the daughter scared of noises comes to her dad.
And he says: "Did you know if we go into the car
neither thunder or lightning could hurt us?"
And she always will remember.
Car, the safety place while a storm is passing over.

Heart

Walking by L.A. streets, listening to cars passing, looking to the blue sky.
Where the wind echoes gently and quite.
I start to feel my distorted heart.
Heart that is not sure what is going on,
Wondering put smiles out, but avoiding the risk of it.
What my heart wants is not what it has:
Safety, be able to not feel fear.
Come out with all sweetness that exists inside.
Like an ice cream falling in parts, letting go with the power of the wind.
I wish I could let my heart go with my feelings.

Sun

Sun, feed me.

Make me full

with your power, exerting more

than a gravitational force.

Wake me, make me yell, make me

look up with no fear.

A plug, 220 volts

running through my veins.

Then I can do anything.

Nothing can stop me.

Light, that opens my eyes,

Gives me hope to reach the top

where the sun dwells.

And I take the ride,

becoming a part of it,

getting to the top,

with all of the ecstasy I can feel, because,

Sun, you feed me.