Laberintos, Caminos y Rincones

All I want to do is cuddle in your arms,
suffer from amnesia or imagine it was a bad dream...
All I want to do is forget how much it hurts,
 how much it affects me how much it destroys me...

All I want you to say is that it isn't so,
 that its just in my imagination that it never occurred...
But there it is, the proof, taunting me,
 looking at me in the eyes and telling me I'm a fool...

A fool for believing that your words are true.
A fool for wishing you did not throw our history in the trash...
How do I go on? How do I forget?
How can you give me so much pleasure and cause me so much pain.

Why on earth did you do it,
Why on earth didn't you stop,
How can you kiss me with those lips,
Lips full of venom and lust.

How can I hate you and love you at the same time,
How can I be so miserable and yet be so in love.
Perhaps love does not exist, perhaps it's in my head,
Perhaps you never loved me; perhaps I'm the one to blame.

For being so blind, I do blame myself,
But for tearing me into pieces your the only one to blame.
All I want is for it to be over, All I want is not to pretend,
Fake that I'm living normal, when in reality I'm a walking dead.

Yes it's true... I've become 32, weird though, it does not feel as old as  I imagined it....

In my 32, i've fallen in love, fallen out of love, dreamed the impossible, lived the impossible, see my dreams  crash and burn; cried all night, gain weight, lose weight, win battles, walk from battles, shamelessly loose... but what really hit me, in this 32 years of me walking this labyrinth and seeking my path,  there is one common denominator; my strength, my inner voice, my shoulder to cry on... even if I was the only one to blame for my tears... FAMILY...

(Goicoechea-Franco) We are dysfunctionally functional... we are loud, we argue, we are passionate, we are stubborn; but at the end of the day we have our backs.

32 years of being the most blessed person ever! 32 years of being completely and utterly lucky.

I do not know what I did to deserve such a blessing; just hope this becomes 32 multiplied by a thousand years.

32 not really a lucky number, but it is the number of years that as of today I've been blessed.

I bid you good bye, 32 years older and 32 years happier.