What I had done in a fit of emotions was haunting me to the day of the party. In my head I had only one question "What have I done?". When I made this phone call, I wanted to show that no one would rule my life, but it ended up so bad for me. I don't know what I'm doing, but I know there's no turning back. I promised and I always keep my promises. Or is it just an excuse and I really want to see him? I miss him. I'm not going to deny it, but I'm not sure if I want to meet him. I don't know how it will look like. Will he pretend that nothing has happened? Or maybe it will be like before a kiss? What if he wants to talk about it? Or he'll just leave when he sees me? There are so many options, and I'm not prepared for any of them...
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- Dani I'm at the airport. Can you tell me what now? - I asked a little stressed when he picked up after the fifth time.
- Do you see a man in a tail-coat? - I began to look around the entire airport.
- No... - I said it really slow, continued looking around.
- Focus - he said as if it had been a mission.
- How am I supposed to focus?! - I exploded unnecessarily. - Okay, I see him - I said milder.
- Great, that's not him - he said seriously and I already wanted to yell at him but - I'm kidding, he'll take you to the place. You should be here at - I bet he looked at his watch. - 23:46 - what an accuracy. - You'll arrive at the back of our location. Don't leave the car, I will come for you - now I really started to feel like in an action movie. I approached the man in the tail-coat, then we went to the car and drove to the place.
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- Finally - suddenly the door opened and I saw Dani. I left the car and greeted him. - You look really pretty.
- You're also an elegant - I stroked his jacket.
- Enough compliments. Time for the mission "present" - he folded his hands into the pistol. - So I go at the stage, announce my gift, the lights go out and you walk in, we direct the searchlight on you, the band starts to play and here we go - he spoke as if it had been an action of our life. As he said, as it happened. I was standing on the stage blinded by the spotlight and I heard music started to play. Only now did I feel how stressed I was.
Nadie puede pisotear tu libertad
Grita fuerte por si te quieren callar
Nada puede, deternerte, si tu tienes fe
No te quedes con tu nombre escrito en la pared
En la pared...
Si censuran tus ideas ten valor
No te rindas nunca siempre sal a voz
Lucha fuerte, sin medida, no dejes de creer
No te quedes con tu nombre escrito en la pared
En la pared...
The first lines of the song got out of me. I couldn't see anything in front of me because of the blinding spotlight, so I closed my eyes, which further helped to soothe my nerves. Choosing a song wasn't easy. I mean what was I supposed to sing to him? I chose something universal and yet important in his life. I wrote this song at the age of 16, but it wasn't on my album. Few people heard it, only the closest ones. Now it had a wider group of recipients, including the most important today birthday boy. At least I hoped so...
No pares, no pares no..
No pares nunca de soñar
No pares, no pares no..
No pares nunca de soñar
No tengas miedo a volar
Vive tu vida
No construyas muros en tu corazon
Lo que hagas siempre hazlo por amor
Pon las alas, contra el viento
No hay nada que perder
No te quedes con tu nombre escrito en la pared
No...
No pares, no pares no..
No pares nunca de soñar
No pares, no pares no..
No pares nunca de soñar
No tengas miedo a volar
Vive tu vida
