Sometimes I wish I could freeze the sky,
That sweet second when you caught my eye.
Hold it like breath in a midnight breeze,
A heartbeat wrapped in velvet ease.

But then I crave the rush, the blur,
To skip the ache, the weighted slur.
Push the night like a dancer’s spin,
Chasing sparks on trembling skin.

But what if joy is soft and small,
Waiting quiet behind it all?
Would we race and pass it by,
Missing gold while reaching high?

Stop... go... slow it down,
Feel the clave in this town.
Life’s a rhythm, not a line—
Fast-forward... rewind.
Stop... go... close your eyes,
Let the moment hypnotize.
We don’t skip, we don’t rewind—
We just dance in time.

What’s the cost of skipping rain,
If love’s the flower fed by pain?
A whisper laced in trumpet cries,
A silver thread in stormy skies.

If life was smooth, would we still sway,
Or sleepwalk through the notes each day?
It’s contrast that makes it shine—
The ups, the downs, the steep incline.

Would you trade the fire for ease,
The stormy night for quiet seas?
Or would you let the record spin,
Every crack, each song within?

Stop... go... slow it down,
Feel the beat, hear the sound.
Life’s a bolero, not a line—
Fast-forward... rewind.
Pause… play… taste the rhyme,
Catch the heart between the time.
We don’t rush, we realign—
We just dance in time.

Let the shadows glide, let the maracas hum,
Grace in the groove, where the wild things come.
Maybe the magic lives unseen—
In that paused breath, the in-between.

🎶 Fast-forward... rewind...
Fast-forward... rewind...
Baila con el tiempo… con el alma… sin prisa... 🎶



PIENSO EN TU MIRÁ (Cap.3: Celos)

Rosalia