Se me ha olvidado, pero aun recuerdo.
Recuerdo lo bueno, a veces, lo malo.
Pero al verte junto a otro,
lo mas que recuerdo es el color,
de tus ojos y los mios, unidos.

Como recuerdo algo que no existe>?
Pues es que en el pasado existio,
tu y yo.

Tu y tu, seria mas correcto.
Yo convencido estaba,
de que todo dejaba.
Por ti, para ti, y en ti,
cuantos dias, minutos, segundos de mi vida gaste,
en anhelos del ayer, pensando en que tu y yo podriamos complacer,
esas requisiciones de lo que significa ser.

Tu dejaste de querer,
dejaste de tratar,
y olvidaste la esencia de nuestro altar.

Una reunion de mentes iguales,
en las cuales ideas de eternidad prevalecian,
ya no estan desde ese dia.
Que pobre travesia, la de aquel dia.

please and thanks.  points may be given.
dont just use an internet translator.  If i wanted that sort of translation I would just do it myself.  >_o

Post edited at 11:36 pm on Sep. 6, 2008 by Anonymous

I've forgotten, but still remember.
I remember the good, sometimes bad.
But to see you next to another,
I remember the most is the color,
Your eyes and mine, together.

As I recall something that does not exist>?
It is that in the past existed,
you and me.

You and your, it would be more correct.
I was convinced,
that everything left.
Because of you, for you, and you,
how many days, minutes, seconds of my life spent,
in hopes of yesterday, thinking that we may satisfy you and I,
These requisitions of what it means to be.

Your left want,
stop treating,
and forgotten the essence of our altar.

A reunion of equal minds,
in which ideas of eternity prevalecian,
no longer are from that day.
That poor crossing, one of the day.


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♥ Lifes Like An Hourglass Glued To The Table ♥

One has forgotten to me, but even memory.
Memory the good thing, sometimes, the bad thing.
But to verte next to another one,
but that memory is the color,
of your eyes and mine, united.

Like memory something that not existe>?
Then it is that in the past existio,
your and I.

Your and your, serious but correct one.
Convinced I was,
of which everything left.
By you, for you, and in you,
whichever days, minutes, seconds of my life he spends,
in yearnings of yesterday, thinking about that your and I podriamos to please, those requisitions than mean to be.

Your you stopped wanting,
you stopped trying,
and you forgot the essence our altar.

One reunion of equal minds,
in which eternity ideas prevalecian,
no longer they estan from that day.
That poor crossing, the one of that one day.

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"What do i like rubber duckies?
           I  lOVE THEM!!!"

One has forgotten to me, but even memory.
Memory the good thing, sometimes, the bad thing.
But to verte next to another one,
but that memory is the color,
of your eyes and mine, united.

Like memory something that does not exist>?
Then it is that in the past existio,
your and I.

Your and your, serious but correct one.
Convinced I was,
of which everything left.
By you, for you, and in you,
whichever days, minutes, seconds of my life it spends,
in yearnings of yesterday, thinking about that your and I podriamos to please,
those requisitions of which it means to be.

Your you let want,
you let treat,
and you forgot the essence our altar.

A meeting of equal minds,
in which eternity ideas prevalecian,
no longer they estan from that day.
That poor passage, the one of that day.

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Life is like a bowl of ice cream, you have to enjoy it before it melts!

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no i suck. do your own homework damn you.

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it's not homework, numbnuts.

and to the people that translated... it looks like you used internet translators

I've forgotten, but still remember.
I remember the good, sometimes bad.
But to see you next to another,
I remember the most is the color,
Your eyes and mine, together.

As I recall something that does not exist>?
It is that in the past existed,
you and me.

You and your, it would be more correct.
I was convinced,
that everything left.
Because of you, for you, and you,
how many days, minutes, seconds of my life spent,
in hopes of yesterday, thinking that we may satisfy you and I,
These requisitions of what it means to be.

Your left want,
stop treating,
and forgotten the essence of our altar.

A reunion of equal minds,
in which ideas of eternity prevalecian,
no longer are from that day.
That poor crossing, one of the day.


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Unloved, Unwanted, Unhappy, Abandoned, Heartbroken,
Heartache, Heartsick, Helpless, Hurt.... me...

---

When human care.

I've forgotten, but still remember.
I remember the good, sometimes bad.
But to see you next to another,
I remember the most is the color,
Your eyes and mine, together.

As I recall something that does not exist>?
It is that in the past existed,
you and me.

You and your, it would be more correct.
I was convinced,
that everything left.
Because of you, for you, and you,
how many days, minutes, seconds of my life spent,
in hopes of yesterday, thinking that we may satisfy you and I,
These requisitions of what it means to be.

Your left want,
stop treating,
and forgotten the essence of our altar.

A reunion of equal minds,
in which ideas of eternity prevalecian,
no longer are from that day.
That poor crossing, one of the day.

---

THIS!!!

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~everything happens for a reason~ seriously =)

guh.

to whom I care for

I have been forgotten, but I remember
I remember the good, and sometimes the bad
but when I saw you, when we were together
what comes back to me the most is the color
of your eyes and mine, in each other

How can I remember something that doesn't exist?  
well it did exist, at one point
you and I

You and you, would be more correct
I was convinced, dedicated
so much so that I left everything
because of you, for you, thinking of you
oh how many days, minutes, seconds of my life were spent
in memories of yesterday, thinking that we could actually reach
those things that define what it means to truly be

you stopped caring
stopped trying
and forgot what our altar meant (in other words, what our vows meant)

a union of like minds
in which ideas of spending eternity were supreme
ideas which never made it here from that day
what a sad travesty, the one from that day

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yeah, and what color is the sky in your crazy little world, blue?
There's no better feeling, than to be in love,