Colaboracion o no? Es la pregunta que me hago...... No queria ni pedia eso Solo tu atencion No hay que dejar que se nos suba Todos somos iguales Pero para que seguirle Eso atras No dejes la ilusion desapareser Lla me dejiste no estas Aqui para querer Mis sentimientos se atravezaron Puede ser , alguien tan hermoso es lo Que anhélamos y pidimos que nos cruzen ( nuestros caminos) Me da gusto que Estes bien Aun no me has dicho que hize O que te hize Que sentias? Cariño? Sentimientos? No entiendo.....dime Si haciera una cancion contigo No fuera de amor Ni de calor Pero de ardor De dolor Con fervor Pero no amor Cuando paro de hablar con un hermoso Sea por un momento Es difficil que salga palabras de mi boca solo mi Aliento Me mudo me tenso Cuando me hablan de nuevo es cuando se me va lo menso No me rajo de disculparme si hago algo Mal piensa que soy caracol y solo echame sal Soy pasionada y siempre sere Si estaras cerca te cantara afuera de tu ventana hasta el amanecer Se que sos tan hermoso y tal vez mucho para tantas mujeres No aguantaran la presion de tu luz y te dijieran ( bye te miro al rato) Me alegra que no piensas Mal de mi Que Sientas mi intensidad sobre mis cancion Aun que me salga una letra mal Lo que escribo es de corazon Sea de dolor o de adoracion Therapeutic Santiago Flores Arkansas Cuando paro de hablar con un hermoso Sea por un momento Es difficil que salga palabras de mi boca solo mi Aliento Me mudo me tenso Cuando me hablan de nuevo es cuando se me va lo menso Un dia pronto te escribo ya saves donde Algo personal para ti Tal vez me dices que fue exacto lo que te hize en tu bonita cabeza Todavia no se de mi que te nublo Mis sentimientos se atravezaron Puede ser , alguien tan hermoso es lo Que anhélamos y pidimos que nos cruzen ( nuestros caminos) Me da gusto que Estes bien Aun no me has dicho que hize O que te hize Que sentias? Cariño? Sentimientos? No entiendo.....dime Si haciera una cancion contigo No fuera de amor Ni de calor Pero de ardor De dolor Con fervor Pero no de amor No me rajo de disculparme si hago algo Mal piensa que soy caracol y solo echame sal Soy pasionado y siempre sere Si estaras cerca te cantara afuera de tu ventana hasta el amancer Sabes que si hice una cancion pensando en ti De paranda y no me concentraba y solo por ti Te fui a cantar pero para que le sigo A ver si la encuentras Si haciera una cancion contigo No fuera de amor Ni de calor Pero de ardor De dolor Con fervor Pero no amor 🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺 English Collaboration or not? That's the question I ask myself... I didn't want it, nor did I ask for it. Only your attention. We must not let it go to our heads. We are all the same. But why keep going? That's behind us. Don't let the illusion disappear. You already told me you're not here to love. My feelings crossed paths. Maybe someone as handsome as you is what we long for and ask for our paths to cross. I'm glad you're okay. You still haven't told me what I did, or what I did to you. What did you feel? Affection? Feelings? I don't understand... Tell me. If I made a song with you, it wouldn't be about love, nor warmth, but about passion, about pain, with fervor, but not love. When I stop talking to a handsome man, even for a moment, it's difficult for words to come out of my mouth, only my breath. I go silent. I get tense. When he talks to me again, that's when the foolishness leaves me. I'm not afraid to apologize if I do something wrong. Think of me as a snail and just throw salt on me. I'm passionate, and I always will be. If you're close, I'll sing outside your window until sunrise. I know you're so handsome and maybe too much for so many women. They won't handle the pressure of your light and they'll tell you, "Bye, I'll see you later." I'm glad you don't think badly of me. That you feel my intensity through my song. Even if I get a lyric wrong, what I write comes from the heart, whether from pain or from devotion. Therapeutic Santiago Flores Arkansas When I stop talking to a handsome man, even for a moment, it's difficult for words to come out of my mouth, only my breath. I go silent. I get tense. When he talks to me again, that's when the foolishness leaves me. One day soon I'll write to you. You already know where. Something personal for you. Maybe you'll tell me exactly what I did inside your beautiful mind. I still don't know what about me clouded you. My feelings crossed paths. Maybe someone as handsome as you is what we long for and ask for our paths to cross. I'm glad you're okay. You still haven't told me what I did, or what I did to you. What did you feel? Affection? Feelings? I don't understand... Tell me. If I made a song with you, it wouldn't be about love, nor warmth, but about passion, about pain, with fervor, but not about love. I'm not afraid to apologize if I do something wrong. Think of me as a snail and just throw salt on me. I'm passionate, and I always will be. If you're close, I'll sing outside your window until sunrise. You know I did make a song thinking about you. While partying, I couldn't concentrate, and only because of you. I went to sing to you, but why keep going? Let's see if you find it. If I made a song with you, it wouldn't be about love, nor warmth, but about passion, about pain, with fervor, but not love.