Para Escribir De Ti

Para escribir un buen texto,

Se necesitan mil malos borradores,

Para decirte cuanto te quiero,

Necesito mil noches sin ti.

Para escribir un poema de amor,

Necesito la brisa tenue de tu voz,

Para describir lo que siento por ti,

Necesito tenerte cerca de mí.

Para escribir un poema de ti,

Necesito mil días de ti,

Para que siempre pienses en mí,

Necesito mil textos dirigidos a ti.

Para escribir un texto de ti.

Se necesitan mil malos borradores,

Necesito mil noches de ti

Porque nada se iguala a un texto de ti.

Nailo Gottblut

02/06/10

Looking for love

Looking for love in all the wrong places

The same situation just different faces

There's got to be more to life than this

There's got to be more to everything I thought exists

I might act kind of proud

But I have no respect for myself

Finding love in all the wrong faces

Same situations just different places

I don't know what time it is

And though I believe what I can see

I can seem to take the right decision

I'm lost in this transition

I wish I could see the light at the end of the tunnel

I'm walking through the haze

I'm caught in the same crazy ways

Going through this dark times, feel like I lost my mind

I smile through out the day

But the broken heart stays the same

When will I see a new day?

When I will see the end?

Looking for love in all the wrong places

The same situation just different faces

And now I know that everything leaves

The hardest thing of holding on is letting it go

Nailo Gottblut

07/08/10

Tu Veneno

En días me harto
En días me canso
En días te extraño
En todos te amo

Extraño tus manos
Anhelo tus labios
Extraño tu beso
Su dulce veneno

En mi piel llevo tu marca
En mi alma arde tu llama
Te tengo siempre aquí
Tu veneno esta dentro de mi

Tus besos ya no ahogan mi garganta
Tus labios ya no dicen te quiero
Me he quedado sin ti
Pero tu veneno sigue dentro de mí

Cierro mis ojos y siento tu cuerpo
Mi piel siente tu calor
Y por las noches no puedo dormir
Por mis venas corre tu veneno dentro de mi

Nailo Gottblut
06/01/2010

She Isn't Real

It’s hard to say what got my attention
She is everything and more
Let me tell you she is all to me
She is the only one that makes me feel like this.

I press her to my chest
I like to feel her so close to me
She´s is something in me that satisfies
She exceeds all my needs.

She has crawled under my skin
Her voice makes me sing
Her arms make me dream
She’s a myth that I have to believe in.

And I’ll do anything to have her to myself
Just to have her for myself
She is everything thing to me
She’s the unacquired dream.

She´s so fragile but yet she is all to me
She is all that is in me
But she isn’t real
And I can’t make her real.

I don’t want this to build up inside of me
Because she isn’t real
And I can’t make her real
Yet, she is all to me.

No, she isn’t real
No, I can’t make her real
Not until the night that she comes home
Not until the night that she stays here, forever.

She is all that I need
Yes, she is all to me
No, she isn’t real
No, I can’t make her real.

Nailo Gottblut
01/07/10

Stop Thinking Of Her

I need to stop thinking of her
Need to stop loving her
But I want her for myself
I need to have her for myself

And I don’t know what to do
I have her tattooed on my skin
She is so deep inside of me
I close my eyes and I feel her kiss

When she is close to me
Words stock in my throat
I can’t help it, I choke
I’m torn in to pieces

She is everything to me
She’s the beast that no one tames
She’s the sun that never sets
She fulfills my every need

I need to stop thinking of her
It’s not good for me
But I can’t stop loving her
And my skin can’t stop feeling her

God, I need to stop loving her
But she is so deep within me
I hear her talking in my ear
I feel her crawling under my skin

I can’t help the attraction
I’m her slave now
She did something in me
I can’t describe how this feels

I’m her slave now
She is my master
I dream of her lips
And the touch of her skin

Nailo Gottblut
01/07/10

Carta Al Olvido

Hoy pensé que eras un recuerdo,

Ayer no eras ni eso,

Hoy eres parte del pasado,

Pero entre más te olvido, mas te pienso.

Ayer me dejaste solo,

Hoy soy parte del olvido,

Hoy soy tan solo un vago recuerdo,

Y espero que entre más me olvides más me pienses.

Fuimos parte de uno mismo,

Mitades iguales de un ser,

Complementos el uno del otro,

Hoy solo queda uno amando al otro.

Pero ya no soy la mitad de un amor,

Ahora soy la ínfima parte de un gran amor,

Soy las ruinas de tu grande pasión,

Soy tan solo parte del olvido.

Soy una carta que no se escribió,

Con una pluma sin tinta,

En un papel que nunca existió,

De un autor que hace tiempo murió.

Una carta al olvido,

Llena de recuerdos vacios,

Una carta llena de ti,

Una carta llena de mí.

Tan solo una carta al olvido,

Una carta a tu olvido,

Una carta de mí, para ti,

Una carta al recuerdo perdido.

Una carta a ti,

Pensando en ti,

Sintiéndote a aquí,

Aquí, sin ti.

Nailo Gottblut

30/06/10