If my heart could speak,
how many things would have to say,
tell you of deep passions,
sincere feelings,
because you know it,
he does not know what it means to lie,
not know why
not seek wealth,
he required only a languid caress.
What he lives for,
fights and fights,
is something that goes far beyond illusion.
What he tries real hard and incessant,
is a true feeling, deep, vibrant,
that is willing to sacrifice everything,
for that 'impetuous, irrepressible, desire for love.
Looking for love and be loved,
but how many times was misled,
ridiculed, used, humiliated,
much pain, anger has tried
how many times it was broken,
many times I have felt hurt, but
I've never seen defeated.
In him there is no place for contempt,
nor bear any grudge,
not desire revenge,
although sometimes what remains is only so much bitterness.
All this has not changed,
has not dried up,
has always remained the same,
indeed every time his pulse became more intense,
and I continued to feel, to follow him,
because it is from my little heart that comes every
my feeling,
without it there is no emotion.
In everything we think, say or do that
,
in my every single gesture,
there is always a reflection of my heart.
Ah, if we let him go,
he would know everything turn,
and all my dreams would become reality,
a beautiful dream and the reality
from which no one could wake up.
Ah, if my heart could speak,
melodious strings would know about your feelings to resound.
If I could make you hear the sound of her voice that touches the skin,
that whispers sweet words,
as only he can do that only he can use.
That her sweet whisper,
as the tender of a nightingale singing to the awakening of the day
would draw your heart asleep, and their heart would become one,
subdued, deep,
yet strong enough to make it look like everything is quiet around.
so powerful as to silence all of a sudden,
all the hatred, envy, arrogance of the world.
so pervasive as to highlight any particular
much that a smile, a look
to make you dream.
Ah, if my heart could talk ...
(Xavier Wheel
how many things would have to say,
tell you of deep passions,
sincere feelings,
because you know it, he does not know what it means to lie,
not know why
not seek wealth,
he required only a languid caress.
What he lives for,
fights and fights,
is something that goes far beyond illusion.
What he tries real hard and incessant,
is a true feeling, deep, vibrant,
that is willing to sacrifice everything,
for that 'impetuous, irrepressible, desire for love.
Looking for love and be loved,
but how many times was misled,
ridiculed, used, humiliated,
much pain, anger has tried
how many times it was broken,
many times I have felt hurt, but
I've never seen defeated.
In him there is no place for contempt,
nor bear any grudge,
not desire revenge,
although sometimes what remains is only so much bitterness.
All this has not changed,
has not dried up,
has always remained the same,
indeed every time his pulse became more intense,
and I continued to feel, to follow him,
because it is from my little heart that comes every
my feeling,
without it there is no emotion.
In everything we think, say or do that
,
in my every single gesture,
there is always a reflection of my heart.
Ah, if we let him go,
he would know everything turn,
and all my dreams would become reality,
a beautiful dream and the reality
from which no one could wake up.
melodious strings would know about your feelings to resound.
If I could make you hear the sound of her voice that touches the skin,
that whispers sweet words,
as only he can do that only he can use.
That her sweet whisper,
as the tender of a nightingale singing to the awakening of the day
would draw your heart asleep, and their heart would become one,
subdued, deep,
yet strong enough to make it look like everything is quiet around.
so powerful as to silence all of a sudden,
all the hatred, envy, arrogance of the world.
so pervasive as to highlight any particular
much that a smile, a look
to make you dream.
Ah, if my heart could talk ...
(Xavier Wheel
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