And though you made me you can't change me, I'm the perfect stranger who knows you too well.

They say love is blind, but believe me, love is insane.

 

And you play till it's perfect, you play till you ache, you play till the strings or your fingernalis break.

But we'd go dancing, and he'd hold me tight; he was air, he was water, he was breath, he was light.

Por qué no? Porque se siente bien? Porque nos hace sentir algo?!

Perfection is not just about control. It's also about letting go.

What makes you think I'd lose my mind for you?

And every day this act we act gets more and more absurd.

Si cierran los ojos y tienen suerte, hay ocasiones en que verán, en mitad de la oscuridad, una mancha de agua de colores pálidos y hermosos. En ese momento, si aprietan los párpados, la mancha empezará a tomar forma y los colores se volverán tan brillantes que dará la sensación de que van a arder en llamas como sigan arrugando los párpados. Pues justo antes de que esto ocurra es cuando aparece la laguna. Esto es lo más cerca que se consigue llegar estando en nuestro mundo, sólo este momento celestial: si lográramos que hubiera dos momentos seguidos, podríamos ver la orilla y oír cantar a las sirenas.

We had dust in our hair and nowhere to go, but we were free for an hour or three.

A face without freckles is like a sky without stars.

"Just because I like ballet it doesn't mean I'm a poof"

-Billy Elliot