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Across the room I see you standing across the room I see you smiling There's something in your eyes that makes my body shiver my heart sees you, then it cries cries an ocean, cries a river one question in my mind is all I want to ask you one question in mi mind: do you feel lone and sad too? still across the room the lights begin to fade and still I try my heart to talk to you persuade couples cross the dancefloor and youre reaching for the door without thinking what to say I reach it first, and beg you to stay as you look to me confused by your beauty I feel bemused and mastering my fright I ask: will you dance with me

There's a bar, near the point where roads cross, where every night one can go and see the same scene happening over and over again: a man (never the same, but always the same look of self pity in his eyes), sitting in the darkest corner of the room, drinking rum as if his life depended on it. If one were to ask him what troubled his mind, the same answer would come from one and all: "I've met her, the love of my life, the one I'd be willing to die for." and if one were to hear this, and stay the night near, one would doubtless encounter also the image that repeats itself over and over, time and again, every morning afterwards: the man, his bo

Cierto dia, al estar descansando el maestro, ve pasar a su alumno con una expresion en el rostro caracteristica de quien ha sido herido por Cupido. Preocupado por el bienestar de su alumno, le pregunta la razon de su animo. El alumno, quien habia detenido su melancolico caminar solo por el afecto hacia su maestro, le responde de la siguiente manera: " maestro, no se que es lo que me pasa, cada vez que la veo mi mundo se destroza, arde en llamas y se vuelve a crear, con una sola mirada puedo escribir sobre la belleza infinita, o destruir las rimas mas faciles. Maestro, se que no podre tenerla, ni hoy ni nunca, y aun asi,siento que sin ella no