When there was nothing I wanted
waited absence When all was cold When I trembled
courage When I called
There is a strange feeling me up, I move, I raised that way and I converted me. A feeling of absolute infatuation, butterflies in the gut, tickling in the forearm, tingling in the fingers, a delicious shiver that turns me on. A strange feeling ... life.
I do not know if I'm wrong, or just ranting, or I was ... but at this moment that I return to my center, which focused from me again, again I feel the hint of that constant feeling that accompanies me and then I think, then I doubt what if that love is not there? If that love is not there? ... That you turn, involving, illuminating and flashing.
And if that love is here? Right here in my heart, in the absolute capacity to marvel at the simple things that tear drop in just to feel the wind cooling my face warm.
What if that feeling is here? ... Inside ...
If you are in the movement of a trip? If you are in the approach to the mountain that is imposed? If you are on that night with his feet in the sand and staring into the dim and distant horizon? If that feeling is at the dance? "If you're in the euphoria and exhaustion while running and walking the quiet introspective? If you are in those crazy drunk and dreamy conversations with friends? ...
If everything has always been here ... then ...
So what I wanted? What have I dreamed? What have I invented? Because if it's all here, everything else becomes just ... more life. It becomes an extension of that light, then it ceases to be a cause and effect becomes ... and then it begins to release.
And if it's all here ... in my day, my dreams, in my eyes, in my heart ... then today I saw in my memory as I saw reflected the world ... again, I fell in love.
I do not know if I'm wrong, or just ranting, or I was ... but at this moment that I return to my center, which focused from me again, again I feel the hint of that constant feeling that accompanies me and then I think, then I doubt what if that love is not there? If that love is not there? ... That you turn, involving, illuminating and flashing.
When the letter was opened
When I heard Prince danced
When the eye shone understood
When I grew wings I flew
When I heard Prince danced
When the eye shone understood
When I grew wings I flew
And if that love is here? Right here in my heart, in the absolute capacity to marvel at the simple things that tear drop in just to feel the wind cooling my face warm.
What if that feeling is here? ... Inside ...
If you are in the movement of a trip? If you are in the approach to the mountain that is imposed? If you are on that night with his feet in the sand and staring into the dim and distant horizon? If that feeling is at the dance? "If you're in the euphoria and exhaustion while running and walking the quiet introspective? If you are in those crazy drunk and dreamy conversations with friends? ...
If everything has always been here ... then ...
So what I wanted? What have I dreamed? What have I invented? Because if it's all here, everything else becomes just ... more life. It becomes an extension of that light, then it ceases to be a cause and effect becomes ... and then it begins to release.
And if it's all here ... in my day, my dreams, in my eyes, in my heart ... then today I saw in my memory as I saw reflected the world ... again, I fell in love.
When I called there
When I realized I was there
When I found I missed
As I saw you I fell in love
When I realized I was there
When I found I missed
As I saw you I fell in love