Time passesI never before imagined, how hard can it be to miss somebody. And I want to say, nobody can really understand it, if not felt by his own, as I did not understood before.
When I never wish somebody something, then be seperated by the one you love not only by a few streets or a few kilomters but by a whole ocean.
What are 100 or 1000km compared to that? Nothing! 100km, I could drive every weekend to see her at least a few hours. 1000km I could fly at least once per month to see a few days. But 10000km?
I wanna present a song that was always reminding me of what I am missing these days:
Halt mich
by: Herbert Grönemeier
Nehm meine Träume für bare Münze
Schwelge in Phantasien
Hab mich in dir gefangen
Weiß nicht wie mir geschieht
Wärm mich an deiner Stimme
Leg mich zur Ruhe in deinen Arm
Halt mich, nur ein bißchen
Bis ich schlafen kann
Fühl mich bei dir geborgen
Setz mein Herz auf dich
Will jeden Moment genießen
Dauer ewiglich
Bei dir ist gut anlehnen
Glück im Überfluß
Dir willenlos ergeben
Find ich bei dir Trost
Bin vor Freude außer mir
Will langsam mit dir untergehn
Kopflos, sorglos, schwerelos in dir verliern
Deck mich zu mit Zärtlichkeiten
Nimm mich im Sturm, die Nacht ist kurz
Friedvoll, liebestoll, überwältigt von dir
Schön daß es dich gibt
Komm erzähl mir was
Plauder auf mich ein
Ich will mich an dir satthörn
Immer mit dir sein
Bedecke mich mit Leben
Laß mich in deinem Arm
Halt mich, nur ein bißchen
Bis ich schlafen kann
Halt mich, daß ich schlafen kann
Thanks for the lovely
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There are no stupid questions, there are only stupid answers!
How can a man have a so strong impact in the life of somebody else?
I miss the lil things or everyday life:
To have u close to me when I awake and when I fall asleep, have u beside me in the shower or while Im brushing my teeth, talk to you while we eat a nice meal or while we watch tv.
To be in a sweet silence while you stroke my hair, holding my head over your shanks.
I miss to see how you cook and try to talk, even being not a so good thing sometimes... I miss your smell on your pullovers, the ones that, in cold times, I prefer to wear (instead of mine). I miss to have your fingers close to mine, as much as I miss to have your body warming me at night... mmh to feel you holding me, just to sleep close to you or to feel your always worried hands covering me with a blanket.
To see the sun smiling in your eyes when you are happy or to feel your goodnight kiss when you are sleepy is a everyday bless.
How can I not love you? How can I not miss what you made me feel in the time we were together? How can I not cry for you when I'm lonely or, even more, when you are lonely?
I love you. Ich liebe Dich. Te amo. T'ador.
There are no language and no words in this world that can describe the love you gift me everyday.
Thank you, mein liebling. =*
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There are no stupid questions, there are only stupid answers!
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There are no stupid questions, there are only stupid answers!
Primavera
Vinícius de Moraes
O meu amor sozinho
É assim como um jardim sem flor
Só queria poder ir dizer a ela
Como é triste se sentir saudade
É que eu gosto tanto dela
Que é capaz dela gostar de mim
E acontece que eu estou mais longe dela
Que da estrela a reluzir na tarde
Estrela, eu lhe diria
Desce à terra, o amor existe
E a poesia só espera ver
Nascer a primavera
Para não morrer
Não há amor sozinho
É juntinho que ele fica bom
Eu queria dar-lhe todo o meu carinho
Eu queria ter felicidade
É que o meu amor é tanto
Um encanto que não tem mais fim
E no entanto ele nem sabe que isso existe
É tão triste se sentir saudade
Amor, eu lhe direi
Amor que eu tanto procurei
Ah, quem me dera eu pudesse ser
A tua primavera
E depois morrer.
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