Momentos (Noel Schajris)

Momentos La vida es un millón de momentos, los tienes, de prisa se van. Las horas nos escriben un cuento, tu boca que me pide más. Hay mil historias detrás de un silencio, hay olas que se roba el mar. Tu abrazo se consume en el tiempo y en ti yo quiero descansar. Hay noches de hielo, hay alas caídas, llovizna en la acera, tu cara divina. Si tuviera que elegir, te elegiría a ti besándome, cuidándome, sintiéndote. Tan solo esos momentos son los que guardo dentro. Te elegiría a ti, de nuevo a ti, amándome. Tan solo esos momentos son los que llevo dentro de mí. La vida es un puñado de sueños y besos en la oscuridad. Velas que encienden un sentimiento y amores que renacerán. Hay mil canciones detrás de un “te quiero”, ternura en un amanecer. Luces que bajan cuando estás lejos y brillan porque has de volver. Hay tardes de fuego, hay notas perdidas, hay pétalos muertos, palabras vencidas. Si tuviera que elegir, te elegiría a ti besándome, cuidándome, sintiéndote. Tan sólo esos momentos son los que guardo dentro. Te elegiría a ti, de nuevo a ti, amándome. Tan solo esos momentos son los que llevo dentro de mí... de mí. Hay risas eternas, hay siestas contigo, hay largos otoños que hoy tienen abrigo. Si tuviera que elegir, te elegiría a ti besándome, cuidándome sintiéndote. Tan solo esos momentos son los que guardo dentro. Te elegirla a ti, de nuevo a ti, amándome. Tan solo esos momentos son los que llevo dentro de mí... de mí.

Moments Life is a million of moments, you have them, they leave fast. The hours write a tale for us, your mouth ask me for more. There are a thousand stories behind a silence, there are waves who sea steals. Your hug is consumed in the time and I want to rest on you. There are nights of ice, there are fallen wings, drizzle on the sidewalk, your divine face. If I had to choose, I would choose you kissing me, caring to me, feeling you. Just these moments are the ones that I keep inside. I would choose you, again to you, loving me. Just these moments are the ones that I carry inside of me. Life is a handful of dreams and kisses in the dark. Candles who arouse a feeling and the love who will born again. There are a thousand songs behind an “I love you”, tenderness on dawn. Low lights when you are far away and they shine because you have to come back. There are afternoons of fire, there are lost notes, there are dead petals, overdue words. If I had to choose, I would choose you kissing me, caring to me, feeling you. Just these moments are the ones that I keep inside. I would choose you, again to you, loving me. Just these moments are the ones that I carry inside of me... of me. There are eternal laughs, there are siestas with you, there are long autumns that today they have shelter. If I had to choose, I would choose you kissing me, caring to me, feeling you. Just these moments are the ones that I keep inside. I would choose you, again to you, loving me. Just these moments are the ones that I carry inside of me... of me.