If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Just like an old time movie
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone and I just can't get it back
If you could read my mind, yeah
If you could read your mind love
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind that drugstores sell
When you reach the part where the heartache comes
The hero would be you
Heroes often fail
Never thought I could feel this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone and I just can't get it back
If you could read my mind
If you could
If you could
If you could read my mind [repeat]
If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Just like an old time movie
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well
If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind that drugstores sell
And when you reach the part where the heartache comes
The hero would be you
Heroes often fail
Never thought I could feel this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone
And I just can't get it back
If you could
If you could
If you could read my mind
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¡Hay tantas maneras de leer, y hace falta tanto talento para leer bien!.
Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880) Escritor francés.
Grítame algo:
Si pudiesemos leer la mente, se evitarían muchos malentendidos, si una personita pudiera leer mi mente, el viernes me habría invitado a subir a su casa, me habría ofrecido un poco de helado y me habría dado un abrazo de oso (amén de otras) que me habría dejado llorando del gusto (aunque tenía motivos para llorar por otras cosas). Pero como no sabe leer la mente, ni los mensajes indirectos ni siquiera imagina lo mucho que me importa y que me gusta, seguiré así, sin abrazo de oso.
Besos
un besote!
Ya pensaba que te habrias ligado a una guiri y por eso tanto ingles...
Un beso
Si la gente hablara más no existiría la necesidad ni las ganas de leer el pensamiento de nadie...
Besos.
Ya sé... ya sé... la próxima vez pediré permiso.
Besos de una maia.