not because…
Not because you’re back from NY to my arms, or because you dance with me last night like a perfect muse for my eyes, or because there is no one sexyer than you around the rest of days alive on earth, give you the right of abandon this blog of our own.
Te amo mi María.
P.M. Dawn - Set Adrift on Memory Bliss
(Source: songsyoumightstilllove)
a tropic love & you in it.
made by Carlos to Maria.
the song i told you you’ll love. on a monday morning is perfect. :)
i love you babe.
Did you wake up?
Go back dreaming baby, I’m here loving you at all times. {6days&5nights}
Another piece of art i did for you my baby.
Carlos did it for Maria.
Your random thought this last sunday, makes me such a better man, so i can let you know again how ready i am to be the man who protects you, love ya, take care of you, and believe in you from here to eternity.
How lucky i am for havin’ the girl of my dreams, in real life.
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Random thought this last sunday.
Pick a house. Is it lovely? Do we have a big yard for a lazy bulldog? Is it wooden? Is it fresh? Is it old? Is it perfect for us? The door welcomes our precious love, all the lights trough the windows come in making all this holy shadows, knowing we are taking some of their space to make them even more beautiful. The porch awaits for hot coffees in mornings and cold teas touched by summer breeze.The walls are all painted in a warm white, almost ivory. We have our story… from the first time our eyes met to this moment, and the years we have left from today trough this non-ending happy life… to paint the already teller walls and make the rooms ours, leaving some scars and big time efforts printed and scratched in them. Some parts show death paper, but.. Do they come to life with all the gorgeous furniture we’ve made with our own art hands? How delicious does it feel, to fill these empty but full of sunset light spaces, with our pure love… Materialized with all solids, with all words, with all that comes out from our brains & hearts. Thinking and feeling, pulsing as one. Same rhythm, same oxygen around. Is the kitchen ready with the supplies we need to survive? That meaning a coffee maker, a tea kettle and a dinner set for two? What about the flowers you are bringing me every day my crappy mood might be on because of my silly insomnia. Is there any left room to put them? Well, of course, there will be always. That and a green eco-friendly organic spot for all my plants, and seeds, and fruits. And what a view do we have from here! This kitchen window makes me wash the dishes over and over, with you making some noises all around me, playing and kissing me everywhere you can to make me feel so loved and then bed. Ohhhh this room needs a whole new chapter baby. Even though in real and sincere life we just need our perfect match bodies and souls to have a good night and make the dreamers jealous. Pick a country, pick a city, pick a place. We’re going home this time. And we’re going forever.
Y yo q no me duermo hasta no leerte con mis ojos (que ya son tuyos) desde q te conocí te los regalé porque se q te gustan tanto como a mi los tuyos.
Ya no tardas en llegar y en q yo te reciba con tantos besos que ni te imaginas, y en caso q sí te los imagines pues que te acompañen esta noche. Eres la mujer más hermosa del mundo.
Y yo te escribo, desde mi cama, extrañándote tanto. Para que leas cuánto te amo con la cabeza, y cuánto te pienso con el corazón, o cuánto me paso el tiempo haciendo las dos acciones en simultaneo con las dos cosas que mantienen mi vida… con vida. Saber entonces que mi vida eres tú, y no solo eso, si no que por primera vez le temo a la muerte. Eso. Y la urgencia de que me leas, desde tu cama.
