Try to forget ...
Try a thousand times and even more ...
Can not, I know.
For I know that I left marks on your heart

You can even pretend that you forgot
But know that only want to deceive me ...
My love you touched bottom.

He touched your soul and you felt!
The hours pass, the day also
But my love is within you.
Do not forget our private hours ..

Your body will feel the lack of my caresses,
The warmth of your lips kissing mine,
Your hands will want to straighten my hair
and I will not be here ...

Then you will feel the nostalgia ...
Only then will I know if you have the courage
to say that you do not live without me
ever you have forgotten me ...

Only then will I know that you love me.
I will be in the same place as before,
Hoping that one day
Then come back to me.

I will always want your good ...
will never forget you ...
Always love you!

minha vida,meu mundo

hoje me sinto triste ,estava pensando em alguem do meu passado,queria que ele estivesse aqui comigo mas sei que e impossivel ,pois ele me odeia espero que um dia isso passe

When I close my eyes to sleep,
It is as if he'd just ask you to dream.
If the answer walls,
If the songs had wills of their own,
My pleasure would be made​​.
The more I think being close to the sun,
But I find myself near the moon.
The sun's rays touch me,
And make me think of ways to get to him.
I make plans surprising
I make maps for my heart do not miss the direction.
When I think I'm on the right track
I have to start all over again.
My words no longer seem to have more sense.
When I try to express the unconditional love I'm feeling.
As the stars that no longer exist, even more shine.
As the poems in which the author has died,
But it still touches the hearts of those who read them.
For more complete it is a promise,
Neither one is stronger than the promise of one day to find you.
My Love ...

It was written that your eyes would not see my eyes ...
that my soul would not be your mate, your shoulder that would not rest my tired, and your house does not have doors for me ...
It was written that your kisses will not kiss me with tenderness, that your heart could not be my shelter, that your image would always be this mythical legend, and your presence, just utopia ...
It was written that would never be my dreams come true ...
that your memory would be kept as a rare jewel ...
that my footsteps would rush to you and that your reject, as bodies that repel ...
It was written in short, that despite everything I dreamed and loved and felt our way for you to follow parallel lines ever ...
are close or distant, a short excerpt or long walk, they will never meet in space

Estava escrito que os teus olhos não veriam os meus olhos...
que a minha alma não seria a tua gêmea,que o teu ombro não descansaria o meu cansaço,e a tua casa não teria portas para mim...
Estava escrito que teus beijos não me beijariam com ternura,que o teu coração não poderia ser meu abrigo,que a tua imagem seria sempre esta mítica lenda,e tua presença, apenas utopia...
Estava escrito que meus sonhos reais nunca seriam...
que a tua lembrança guardada ficaria como rara jóia...
que meus passos se apressariam para ti e que os rejeitariam os teus, como corpos que se repelem...
Estava escrito enfim, que a despeito de tudo que sonhei e senti e amei por ti nossos caminhos seguiriam eternamente como paralelas linhas...
estejam próximas ou distantes, por curto trecho ou longa caminhada,jamais haverão de no espaço se encontrar...