This is me: Claussy *

No me enamore de tus ojos, me enamore de tu mirada, tan profunda, tan sincera, tan solo tuya.
No me enamore de tus labios, ni de tu boca, me enamore de tus besos, de tus palabras, de tus risas y sonrisas.
No me enamore de tu rostro, me enamore de tus facciones, de tus gestos, de tu mente y tus pensamientos.
No me enamore de tu cuerpo, me enamore de tu alma, de tu corazón, de tu cariño, tu carisma y tu calor.
No me enamore de lo que se ve, me enamore de lo que esta dentro de ti, de lo que escondes, de los secretos, los misterios y tu aventura.

(Source: suspirosalaire, via besoinmortal)

The man who said “I’d rather be lucky than good” saw deeply into life. People are afraid to face how great a part of life is dependent on luck. It’s scary to think so much is out of one’s control. There are moments in a match when the ball hits the top of the net, and for a split second, it can either go forward or fall back. With a little luck, it goes forward, and you win. Or maybe it doesn’t, and you lose.

Match Point