El amor infantil sigue el principio: amo porque me amanEl amor maduro obedece al principio: me aman porque amoEl amor inmaduro dice: te amo porque te necesitoEl amor maduro dice: te necesito porque te amoEl arte de amar- Eric Fromm
"Quiero volar, lejos de aquí escapar. Dime, mi bien, quién me llorará si me dan alas y echo a volar. Quiero dormir, no quiero despertar, quiero ser la lluvia al otro lado del cristal, quizás alguien me espere en la oscuridad"
I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around,
and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all.