"And your blue eyes I said" heads or tails, and my soul gambler, made it double or nothing "
Life is so mysterious and so roads has wonderful twists which occur things as impressive as two solitary souls come together in the same path to follow that path together ... the world is so magic that has rainbow after the rain and red sunsets every day. For three years my sunsets are redder yet.
I have learned and have grown in these three years enough to recognize that life is beautiful and that in fact the glass is half full, I was not afraid of dogs or pigeons, or frightens me stay home alone. Now I'm an odalisque skid. And you, my love, you have become the foam on my beer, the sun warms me and mantle entertains me. And why not let us celebrate my dear! celebrate the life that brought us together, celebrate our life together, steadfast as a diamond, celebrate twenty years that separate us, together, we celebrate the love itself, of which we are the best example of the world ...
My Life! what to say! How to explain my crazy desire to tie you to my waist and always take with me? that little girl wanted me and keep me in the pocket of your shirt, how to put into words how your scent intoxicates me and as I aspire to every time I have you near. Three years have passed since that first kiss that night of wine and poetry ... "marked the street with that detail to leave us alone" and from that first kiss we've taken to fill the life of flowers, sun, travel , poetry and music.
Two lonely walk hand in hand, two hearts that fill gaps ... and just when I stopped believing in love, when life seemed so comfortable on his own and you appear like a balm to heal all my wounds, to show that real love exists and teach that life is not that kind of Mexican telenovela where I am the protagonist of all diseases in the world ... life is a carnival you know? our life is a carnival and our love too.
three years are love, but this is nothing, nothing compared to what life has in store for us, three years, but this is nothing, as always, lack even the best, missing the rest of our lives, we still have our dreams to be and promised to take me to Paris. I can only be thankful for every second of the three years we've been together, every kiss, every caress, every drunkenness and hangover ... you are every three years and has flown as this time and three years is nothing, is nothing compared to what life has in store for us. Loves brave
become history, according to Silvio , honey ... you are history.
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