A veces dura demasiado tiempo, a veces quieres demasiado, a veces esperas demasiado... y los excesos no son buenos.
Caminando en círculo no se avanza. Perderse días especiales no es vivir, buscar entre la gente no es vivir, mirar por la puerta esperando no es vivir, echar de menos continuamente no es vivir... es morir lentamente y a mi ya no me queda aire, se me acabó en un último beso.
No sé si me he ahogado sola o han sido otras manos, pero sé que he callado tanto como para atragantarme.
No he podido ser yo, no me han dejado ser yo, me he abandonado y desvivido por aparentar ser feliz y hacer feliz...
Demasiado tiempo, demasiadas ganas, demasiados besos, demasiado amor... Los excesos no son buenos.
Perder el tiempo es perder la vida y ya he perdido demasiadas cosas importantes como para permitirme y consentirme perder más.
La película ha llegado a su fín y no hay negativo que revelar... ni positivo, ni agradecimientos, ni dedicatoria... Ni historia
The endings sometimes make you cry ... because we don't want it to end, but everything ends, the good and the bad.
Sometimes it lasts too long, sometimes you want too much, sometimes you wait too long ... and the excesses are not good.
Walking in a circle does not advance. Lose special days is not to live, search among people is not to live, look through the door waiting is not to live, miss continuously is not to live ... it is die slowly and I no longer have air, I ended up in a last Kiss.
I don't know if I've drowned alone or have been other hands, but I know I've been quiet enough to choke.
I couldn't be me, they haven't let me be me, I have abandoned myself and I haven't lived for looking happy and make happy ...
Too much time, too much desire, too many kisses, too much love ... Excesses are not good.
Wasting time is losing your life and I have already lost too many important things to allow myself to lose more.
The film has come to the end and there is no negative to reveal ... neither positive, nor gratitude, nor dedication ... Nor history.
