I leave you the best quotes of Ricardo Arjona, prolific Guatemalan singer-songwriter, considered one of the most successful artists in Latin America and recognized for his lyrical style.
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-I agree that speaking I am not tender, and sometimes I am cold as winter, but do not say that there are no feelings in me, you do not imagine what I feel..
-She lives with me in my subconscious, she is the owner of my past and my present, her house is my lack of security and her food my anxiety.- Help me Freud.
-There was no clock or a budget; the skin we were wearing was enough.-Cavemen.
-You mistake me for stone and I am human. How to put the past aside, you confuse me with you and I love you.-How to put the past aside.
-How can I forget you, when you are everywhere, in the smile of a child, in the routine of an old man, in the song on the radio.- How can I forget you.
-When was the last time you looked at the stars with your eyes closed and grabbed like a castaway on the shore of someone's back? - When.
-There are loves like yours, that hurt when they are or if they leave. There are loves without pride, who live by losing their dignity. -There are loves.
-I know you from your hair to the tips of your feet. I know you snore at night and sleep backwards. I know you say you're twenty when you're twenty-three. -I know you.
-Who kissed you, away from here, while making up you in bed? Who touched you, far from me, who is accompanying you this morning? - Who.
-Why is love so cruel? That does not let me forget, that forbids me to think. That ties and unties me, and then little by little it kills me. -Why is love so cruel.
-Love is dying, tenderness is over. And we turn freedom into a dictatorship. He was infected as usual, the fire lacked fire. -Love is dying.
-What little I have is so little there is to give away. -The little I have.
-Who would have thought that years ago, we touched the sky with our hands. Who would have thought that years ago, we painted “I love you” graffiti. -Reconciliation.
-And I'm still hitting rock bottom here, discovering all that we lacked. Blaming myself on everything, melting what little air I had left. -Taking bottom.
-A lie that makes you happy is worth more than a truth that makes your life bitter. A lie will grow my nose in exchange for freedom and clinging to my life. -You liar.
-Ma'am, don't take years off your life, give life to the years, which is better. -Lady of the four decades.
-Oh love, do not die or die with one stroke, that there is no worse agony, than that which is step by step. -Love is dying.
-I saw so many moons that today I don't know if I am or was. So many vaccines, to survive. -Lifetime.
-Women. What you ask of us we can, if we cannot it does not exist, and if it does not exist we will invent it, for you. -Women.
-And remember that life is only one, there are not two. To the body what I ask, and to whom they will say goodbye. -Her.
-Thus love is disguised for its convenience, accepting everything without asking questions, and leaving the stab of death to time. -Was you.
-Cavemen, that's what we were. No country, no future, no home. There were two of us and it was enough. God knows very well that we liked to live that way.-Cavemen.
-And how can I get rid of you, if I do not have you. How to get away from you, if you are so far away. And the problem is not changing you. The problem is that I don't want to. -The problem.
-I like it because it is authentic and lives without recipes, the kind that try to dress love in etiquette. I have come to stop with the woman I never dreamed of. But I was also never so happy. -The woman I did not dream.
-Notice it like this all of a sudden. You are the perfect amalgamation of experience and youth. Lady of the four decades, you don't need to teach. -Lady of the four decades.
-And celebrate that it is alive, exploding in freedom. To heal wounds, with pure electricity. With pure electricity. -Her.
-She loves me like I don't. She takes care of me as I do not take care of myself. Heaven in my favor was wrong. -Heaven in my favor.
-Close doors and windows, that heaven itself will put a branch, on the seventh floor, at eleven fifty. While the kisses last and allow the clock. -Hurts to see you.
-Minutes. As the wound comes out, my life passes, wearing out my watch. Minutes, they are the morgue of time, corpses of moments that never return. -Minutes.
-We are clarifying the panorama, that there are penguins in bed, because of the ice you cause. If you haven't touched me for more than a month, nor did you allow yourself to be bribed by that elusive kiss. -Penguins in bed.
-Forget you, forget you. It is even more difficult than putting up with you. If I miss your neurosis and your jealousy for no reason. How not to miss your body on my mattress. -Forget you.
-You who lack the courage to fight for you. To you who console yourself by covering the traces of my kisses with Chanel. You have nothing left. You have nothing left, nothing. -To you.
-What little I have is so little, what a guarantor it is. I have a downpour for my summer, and a wave for surfing. A shadow that follows me where I go, and two feet to walk. -The little I have.
-The stars and stripes take over my flag. And our freedom is nothing but a whore. And if the foreign debt stole the spring from us. To hell geography borders are over. -If the north were the south.
-What are you doing, what am I doing? Wasting on any bed, whatever we want, to take revenge on both of us. -Without you without me.
-She screamed when she was quieter. I cry when no one was listening. I get to the bottom and know that it is better, not to depend on anything anymore. Make you a good heart patch. -Repaying to the heart.
-Each one his life. I wanted the truth, you the lie. Luxury and nightmare, who has dignity does not kneel. They say that in life, it is not the one who leaves who wins, but the one who forgets. -The one who forgets.
-Jesus is more than crossing himself, kneeling, and flaunting this. (…). Jesus is more than a flower on the sin-saving altar, Jesus, my brothers, is a verb, not a noun. -Jesus verb not noun.
-Naked that there will be no design that fits you better than that of your skin adjusted to your figure. Naked that there is no naive who wears a flower, it would be like covering up its beauty. -Nude.
-Tell me no and you'll have me thinking about you all day, planning a strategy for a yes. Tell me no, and throw me a camouflaged yes. Nail me a doubt, and I'll stay by your side. -Tell me no.
-The baby no longer wrinkles her eyes, she has not seen the light. In the branch of hell there are no windows. His luck is listed on banknotes from another country. (…). The girl is not going to her English class this afternoon..
-I am not anyone of ancestry, nor do I presume a pedigree. I am not worth for what I have, I am worth for what I lost. (…). That others will always say: "What is right is wrong." -What is right is wrong.
-It will be doctor, that I ask for a lot or that I am satisfied with little, that I am still sane or I am totally crazy. Or could it be that life is nothing more than a cluster of cravings. -Help me Freud.
-If I was left wanting alone, how can I force you? The problem is not loving you, it is that you do not feel the same. -The problem.
-It is not what you do with your mouth my broken wrist that I request (…). It is not wetting the fever, drowning in your waist what I am looking for. It's a bit of tenderness to see if it heals what I'm going through. -Dreamer
-Of the crazy things we do, of the furtive kisses. From your laugh and my jokes, from the party and the wine. (…) You didn't fall in love with me, no, no, just like I fell in love with you. -You fell in love with yourself.
-Holy sin was kissing you. Holy sin to make me addicted, to the brightness that your eyes shoot. At your hands investigating everything. To the noise you make when you get the miracle, the miracle. -Holy Sin.
-I want to live without a script or the same recipe. I want to invent another letter to the alphabet. I want to forget about you, I want to know that it is because of me. -I want.
-Every month, the stork commits suicide, and there you are so depressed, looking for an explanation. From time to month, heaven steals the miracle from you, time makes a calendar for you. -Once in month.
-It hurts to see a guy who lacks ideas, and has plenty of arguments. It hurts to see you anesthetized, because that's how it happened, because that's how your luck wanted it. -Hurts to see you.
-To have to think about every night, to live. -Love you.
-Mulatto to the feet, he blond as the sun. She does not speak English, and he does not speak Spanish. He went to have a drink without suspecting that he was going to find love in that place. -Her and him.
-Love is two in one, which in the end are none, and they get used to lying. Love is the beauty that thrives on sadness, and in the end it always goes away. -Love.
-Who would say, who would say that the important thing is to accept you and that you accept me as human. If that I love you and that you love it is an irony, what a blessing of mine to wake up with you every day. -Who would say.
-It was one of those bad days where there was no passage. The sequins of a suit made me stop. She was a beautiful blonde, wearing a miniskirt. -Taxi history.
-Tell me if he knows you half. Tell me if he has the sensitivity to find the exact point where you explode when you love. -I know you.
-But we were late. I saw you and you saw me. We recognized each other immediately but late. Perhaps in other lives, perhaps in other deaths. -Late.
-I am clear that I do not deserve the miracle of the permission of his mouth. What I offer is so little, heaven is wrong for me today. -Heaven in my favor.
-How easy it was to touch the sky the first time, when kisses were the starter, which turned on the light that is disappearing today. -Was you.
-I love you and you know what I mean, not wanting you anymore because I can't. I thought it was important that you know that I love you and nothing else. -I love you.
-And it is already 6:34, and the corpse of the minute that passed. He tells me this is how you live here whether you like it or not. And nostalgia puts home in my head. And they strike six fifty. -Minutes.
-Love is the arrogance of clinging to the impossible. It is looking elsewhere for what you cannot find in yourself. Love is an ingrate that elevates you for a while, and collapses you just because. -Love.
-If the past taught you to kiss like that, blessed is the one who was before me. It is not a lady who abstains, a lady is the one who stops, when she finds what you found here. -Your reputation.
-Give me your dreams, to make you a headband. Give me the past, so as not to take away your time, that what is left over from you saves my life. -Give to me.
-On Tuesdays her name was Margarita. Friday nights it was already Lola. I always told you, miss, you don't have to be so alone. -Miss.
-You taught me everything except to forget you, from philosophy to how to touch you. To know that the most compliant aphrodisiac is not seafood but love. But you didn't teach me to forget you. -You taught me.
-They say it was a rib, I would have given my spine, to see them walk. After making love to the dresser and without turning… without turning… without turning. -Women.
-You will wonder what the hell I do here, a lifetime of neighbor and I never came to visit. As it turns out, this humble servant has fallen in love with Martita, his youngest daughter. -Good evening Don David.
-And it hurts, to love you so much, to pretend that everything is perfect, while it hurts to spend your life. Trying to locate what was long lost. -It hurts.
-The wet one wants to dry off. The wet is wet with tears that evokes nostalgia. The wet, the undocumented, carries the bulk that the legal would not carry or obligate. -Wet.
-I can't breathe, I've been apnea since the day you're gone. I fall to the bottom of the sea, scratching the bubble in which you are not. Impossible to breathe, the oxygen left this place. -Apnea.
-If you didn't exist, the days would be shorter. You should not wallow in this unfinished story, which is playing Russian roulette, wanting to lose. -If you didn't exist.
-I already saw you on your cell phone, in your Instagram photos, flirting with a mirror. I'm going to remind you that the one looking for a Superman ends up with an asshole. -Because I can.
-I got tired of the reps and trendy cocktails, I got tired of all those people who say they adore you, turn your back and ignore you, I get tired of not being the same. -Nocturnal animal.
-Cavemen, that's what we were. Without a country, without a future, without a home. There were two of us and it was enough for us, God knows we liked it, to live like this. -Caves.
-It is also my first time. I will put on the Aranjuez concert, to relax together. It is also my first time, it feels like I tremble you see. I had sex a thousand times but I never made love. -First time
-And you added laughs, two doubts, a goblin. A couple of ghosts and this love that I have for you. And I swear by me I only went for a coffee, but I saw you. -Just wanted a coffee.
-How can I forget Marta? That girl from Recoleta. If he left me a couple of footprints, on my neck and in life. How can I forget about Marta? -Martha.
-I'm really not so alone, who told you that you left. If one is not where the body is, but where it is missed the most, and here you are missed so much. -Actually I'm not so alone.
-To you, I am speaking to you, but you are not listening, to you that with the leftovers you could give me the light to illuminate my days..
-To you, who play to win me when you know perfectly well that I have lost everything, I am talking to you even if you do not give a damn what I am saying..
-Accompany me to be alone, to purge my ghosts to get into bed without touching, accompany me to the mystery of not keeping each other company, to sleep without pretending that nothing is happening, accompany me alone..
-Join me in the silence of the chat without words to know that you are there and I am by your side. Accompany me to the absurdity of hugging each other without making contact like a guardian angel.-Accompany me to be alone.
-The mystery was there in that brick house, a red light on the door and a yellow sign..
-It was a love market, a few dollars to taste the taste of a bed shared with nameless women..
-You tell me that I am made of stone, but it is clear that they have not yet told you that I cry when you leave.-My friend.
-It is a century this Tuesday night, it does more damage than the worst pain invented, the mirror throws darts of reproach, today what has already ended begins..
-Like throwing rocks at a shooting star to lower it as well as hoping to find a human being without a mask, like saying that Hitler died in peace and that the Joker never wore a suit..
-How to say Madonna is puritanical and conservative or say that Donald Trump lives rented or that Lucía Méndez and Verónica Castro adore each other or that Pablito Ruiz sings songs in the New Song movement..
-Take a step in the whole world of my steps, she drinks wine by my side in the same glass, she is the perfect woman who built me mom and is damaging my psychology.- Help me Freud.
-Enemy of the radio and songs with a chorus, the environment helped him gain weight from so many grudges, he did not miss the opportunity to validate his arguments as a caudillo.-Caudillo.
-You knew the potpourri of the Kama Sutra, and we scoffed at the law of gravity, did everything without asking, and lied with complete honesty..
-There are dogs jumping like fools and elephants running a ministry, murderers with good nicknames, motorcycle acrobats and cemetery, in the circus if it does not kill it is a remedy.-Circus solitude.
-I am going to tell a very particular story that happened to me a few months ago in an old bar - Appointment at the bar.
-Just a hello was enough to start a conversation, I improvised a poem inspired by his headband, with don Juan's intentions, you know where this is going.- Appointment at the bar.
-Seven beers later, I used my skills and invited her to my apartment telling her a story that I do not remember she accepted with enthusiasm, it was two in the morning which is a good way to end the day.-Date at the bar.
-And the number after infinity, and I placed the Big Dipper on your diadem and you as if nothing; I sweetened the seawater for when you're thirsty, I rented you a waning quarter of the moon. -It hurts.
-And like a graceful loser I looked in bed for the things that love does not solve..
-As if it were so easy to end love, as if it were a garment that one takes off and is over, in this simple and unique way you ask me to forget you.-How to put the past aside.
-As if it were so easy to tear you out of my mind, as if everything that was experienced was so inconsequential. In this simple and unique way you ask me to forget you. How to put the past aside.-How to put the past aside.
-When was the last time your love left you for not letting it go free? When was the last time you were kissed so much that you said my name?.
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