Nada Es Perfecto - Zpu

Hizo su llamada en plena tarde,

si el corazón le arde,

en cada toque de las teclas

sus palabras suenan huecas,

pero son tan importantes,

y se siente un cobarde, él ha de tratar de

conservar la calma y darle

rienda suelta a su garganta,

mientras el le cuenta el día

ella vacía una sonrisa hacia el micrófono y levanta

el tono y le propone que se vean,

el da gracias mira al cielo y le hace ver que la desea, se despiden,

las frases se entrecortan, las palabras no coinciden,

un mal sabor de boca del final les pide

Que a las 9 todo sea más perfecto,

que él la mire, ella responda y atrapar ese momento,

como si fuera un sueño él no sabe que ponerse,

ella mira sus vestidos, solo piensa en que han de verse.

Mas tarde, los pasos en la acera desde lejos,

y en la mente sus complejos y los nervios traen sudor.

A 2 metros la saluda, con un par de besos duda

Dos cabezas que se chocan, se sonrojan y su alma cae desnuda,

se pregunta, ¿porque le ocurre todo?,

¿porque nunca todo sale bien como cuando estas solo?,

y lo imagina cohibido, su vergüenza es una lápida,

que actúa de una forma rápida y que la lastima.

Ella cree que no lo pasa bien y sufre en su interior,

el cree que ha de aguantar pero sin mirar el reloj.

Y así siguen, hablando entre bocados y algún trago,

ambos piensan que no hay mas que hacer y olvidan los halagos

más forzados, sinceran sus palabras, se relajan,

y se olvidan de querer aparentar ya no trabajan estrategias

no hay palabras necias, solo magia,

no lo piensa y le pregunta si en la noche vendrá a casa,

ella afirma su respuesta,

se siente tan dispuesta y abrumada

porque nada ha salido como esperaba.

Pero si te sientes bien ¿que mas da que sea perfecto?

la vida es un fluir de incorrecciones, un directo,

Un fallo es avanzar hacia delante, una caída es un instante

de ver que hay que dejar correr el tiempo.

Porque si te sientes bien ¿que mas da que sea perfecto?

aprende a convivir con ello y disfruta el momento,

errar es experimentar, probar en cada intento,

vivir lo malo y bueno y ver que todo sigue dentro.

Una luz blanca clara como nunca antes vio,

su mente lúcida y suicida ardió,

su meta era posible y vislumbrarla recorrió,

con un escalofrío el cuerpo, sintió como si fuera nuevo en esto se dar pasos

pa’lante y no rendirse al primer choque,

de levantar cabeza y no dejar que el entorno te desenfoque,

de ser un ente mas allá del poker,

con que juegan los de arriba de ser todo como un joker!

Pensó tan fríamente como pudo,

solo el sudor de su frente le detuvo,

complicado es el camino y duro,

se mezclaban pensamientos positivos con oscuros,

mas si no iba a ser perfecto se la sudó.

Porque los sueños sinceros hay que perseguirlos,

porque los malos senderos también hay que vivirlos,

porque no puedes volver si no te has ido,

porque solo tu decides como mides cada palmo de tu sino.

Días como si fueran nuevos,

en este juego hay que ponerles un par de huevos,

y encajar las puñaladas,

si te quedas muy tocado no harás nada, y eso duele,

puede destruir tu hada y provocar que ya no juegues,

una frustración de por vida,

una malparida a la que quieres,

pero estaca te mantiene atado al suelo y ya no puedes,

dirigirle una sonrisa porque temes la reacción,

es el ansia, controlar la situación.

Pero si te sientes bien que mas da que sea perfecto,

la vida es un fluir de incorrecciones, un directo,

Un fallo es avanzar hacia delante, una caída es un instante,

de ver que hay que dejar correr el tiempo.

Porque si te sientes bien que mas da que sea perfecto,

aprende a convivir con ello y disfruta el momento,

errar es experimentar, probar en cada intento,

vivir lo malo y bueno y ver que todo sigue dentro.

Amistad desde la infancia en cada día

guardería fue el principio,

nada borraría un sentimiento limpio,

de dos almas gemelas tan dispares pero iguales,

dos caminos al unísono de compartir lugares y vivencias,

un apoyo mutuo en las carencias,

son momentos para ver las diferencias,

la distancia crece y es tan frágil que se rompa,

que parece que al llegar al 13 la magia se corrompa y,

viven cada instante, calle cual telón de fondo,

correr les hizo fuertes y el honor respirar hondo,

caminan por el mundo como si les sobrara todo y,

no les falta de nada porque no ansían el oro, su tesoro

es vivir lo máximo y que no termine nunca,

es un lazo mágico que une disputas,

es hacer sin saber que hacer cuando las pasas putas,

y salir ileso de eso y poderse preguntar a uno mismo,

crecer y mantener el vínculo, ¿es un milagro?,

un sentimiento condición de ser humano,

un cálido abrazo de un hermano es paz del alma,

y cada madrugada juntos traen la luz que llega al alba,

si nada es tan perfecto,

momentos de enfrenamiento,

las aguas que se calman si nos une un sentimiento,

respeto, honor, palabras, son la base y el cimiento,

de dos vidas en conjunto y en constante crecimiento!

Pero si te sientes bien que mas da que sea perfecto,

la vida es un fluir de incorrecciones, un directo,

Un fallo es avanzar hacia delante, una caída es un instante,

de ver que hay que dejar correr el tiempo.

Porque si te sientes bien que mas da que sea perfecto,

aprende a convivir con ello y disfruta el momento,

errar es experimentar, probar en cada intento,

vivir lo malo y bueno y ver que todo sigue dentro.

Si nada es perfecto, aprende a convivir con ello,

disfruta el momento, cada paso que des en tu vida.

El Hombre De Oro …

He made his call in the middle of the afternoon,

if your heart burns,

at every touch of the keys

her words sound hollow,

but they are so important

and he feels like a coward, he has to try

keep calm and give

unleash your throat from him,

while he tells her the day

she flashes a smile at the microphone and raises

her tone and proposes that they meet,

he gives thanks for her, looks at the sky and makes her see that he wants her, they say goodbye to her,

sentences are broken, words do not match,

a bad taste in the mouth at the end asks them

That at 9 o'clock everything is more perfect,

that he looks at her, she responds and catch that moment,

as if it were a dream he doesn't know what to wear,

she looks at his dresses, she only thinks that they have to be seen.

Later, footsteps on the sidewalk from afar,

and in her mind the complexes and her nerves bring sweat.

At 2 meters he greets her, with a couple of kisses he doubts

Two heads that collide, blush and her soul falls naked,

he wonders, why does everything happen to him?

Why does everything never go well like when you're alone?

and she imagines him self-conscious, his shame of her is a tombstone,

that he acts in a fast way and that it hurts her.

She believes that she is not having a good time and suffers inside of her,

he thinks she has to endure but without looking at the clock.

And so they continue, talking between bites and a drink,

both think there is nothing more to do and forget the flattery

more forced, they sincere his words, they relax,

and they forget about wanting to pretend they no longer work strategies

there are no foolish words, only magic,

he doesn't think about it and asks if he will come home tonight,

she affirms her answer from him,

she feels so willing and overwhelmed

because nothing has turned out as she expected.

But if you feel good, what difference does it make if it's perfect?

life is a flow of incorrectness, a direct,

A failure is moving forward, a fall is an instant

to see that you have to let time run.

Because if you feel good, what difference does it make if it's perfect?

learn to live with it and enjoy the moment,

to err is to experiment, try in each attempt,

live the bad and the good and see that everything is still inside.

A clear white light such as she has never seen before,

his lucid and suicidal mind burned,

his goal of hers was possible and he glimpsed her,

with a shiver running through her body, she felt like she was new to this taking steps

move forward and not give up at the first shock,

to raise your head and not let the environment blur you,

to be an entity beyond poker,

with which those above play to be all like a joker!

She thought as coldly as she could,

only the sweat on her forehead stopped him,

complicated is the road and hard,

positive thoughts were mixed with dark ones,

but if he wasn't going to be perfect she sweated it out.

Because sincere dreams must be pursued,

because the bad paths also have to be lived,

Because you can't come back if you haven't left

because only you decide how you measure every inch of your fate.

Days as if they were new,

in this game you have to put a couple of eggs,

and take the stab wounds,

if you stay very touched you won't do anything, and that hurts,

can destroy your fairy and cause you to no longer play,

a lifelong frustration

a badass that you love,

but stake keeps you tied to the ground and you can no longer,

give him a smile because you fear the reaction,

It is the anxiety, to control the situation.

But if you feel good, what does it matter if it's perfect?

life is a flow of incorrectness, a direct,

A failure is moving forward, a fall is an instant,

to see that you have to let time run.

Because if you feel good, what does it matter if it's perfect?

learn to live with it and enjoy the moment,

to err is to experiment, try in each attempt,

live the bad and the good and see that everything is still inside.

Friendship from childhood in every day

nursery was the beginning,

nothing would erase a clean feeling,

of two soulmates so different but equal,

two paths in unison to share places and experiences,

a mutual support in the shortcomings,

these are times to see the differences,

the distance grows and it is so fragile that it breaks,

that it seems that when you reach 13 the magic is corrupted and,

live every moment, street as a backdrop,

running made them strong and honor take a deep breath,

they walk through the world as if they had everything left over and,

they do not lack anything because they do not crave gold, their treasure

is to live the most and that it never ends,

it is a magical bond that unites disputes,

is to do without knowing what to do when you have a hard time,

and come out of it unscathed and be able to ask yourself,

grow and maintain the bond, is it a miracle?,

a feeling condition of being human,

a warm hug from a brother is peace of the soul,

and every morning together they bring the light that arrives at dawn,

if nothing is so perfect,

moments of confrontation,

the waters that calm down if a feeling unites us,

respect, honor, words, are the base and the foundation,

of two lives together and constantly growing!

But if you feel good, what does it matter if it's perfect?

life is a flow of incorrectness, a direct,

A failure is moving forward, a fall is an instant,

to see that you have to let time run.

Because if you feel good, what does it matter if it's perfect?

learn to live with it and enjoy the moment,

to err is to experiment, try in each attempt,

live the bad and the good and see that everything is still inside.

If nothing is perfect, learn to live with it,

enjoy the moment, every step you take in your life.

The Golden Man…