Bonito/Beautiful

by juani913

Todo me parece bonito
Bonita mañana
Bonito lugar
Bonita la cama
Qué bien se ve el mar

Bonito es el día
que acaba de empezar

Bonita la vida
Respira, respira, respira

El teléfono suena, mi pana se queja
La cosa va mal, la vida le pesa
Que vivir así ya no le interesa
Que seguir así no vale la pena

Se perdió el amor, se acabó la fiesta
Ya no anda el motor que empuja la tierra
La vida es un chiste con triste final
El futuro no existe pero yo le digo

Bonito todo me parece bonito

Bonita la paz

Bonita la vida

Bonito volver a nacer cada día

Bonita la verdad cuando no suena a mentira

Bonita la amistad

Bonita la risa

Bonita la gente cuando hay calidad

Bonita la gente que no se arrepiente
Que gana y que pierde, que habla y no miente

Bonita la gente por eso yo digo
Bonito, todo me parece bonito
Qué bonito que te va cuando te va bonito,

La mar la mañana, la casa, la sombra,
La tierra, la paz y la vida que pasa

Tu calma, tu salsa, la mancha en la
Espalda, tu cara, tus ganas el fin de semana

Bonita la gente que viene y que va
Bonita la gente que no se detiene

Bonita la gente que no tiene edad
Que escucha, que entiende, que tiene y que da

Bonita la brisa que no tiene prisa
Bonito este día, respira, respira
Bonita la gente cuando es de verdad
Bonita la gente que es diferente
Que tiembla, que siente
Que vive el presente

Bonita la gente que estuvo y no está

Bonito, todo me parece bonito



Everything looks Beautiful to me

Beautiful Morning
Beautiful place
Beautiful bed
The sea looks so nice.

Beautiful is the day that has just begun
Life is Beautiful
Breathe…….Breathe.

Phone rings, it’s my friend complaining:
“Things aren’t going well, life is weighing down on me, I don’t want to keep living like this, there is no reason to continue on. Love is lost, the party is over. The engine that pushes the world stopped working. Life is a joke with a sad ending and the future doesn’t exist.”

But I respond…

Beautiful, everything looks beautiful to me.

Peace is Beautiful

Life is Beautiful.

It’s beautiful to be born again every day.

Truth is beautiful when it doesn’t sound like a lie.

Friendship is beautiful

Laughter is beautiful

People of quality are Beautiful.

People with no regrets are beautiful,
that win and lose, that talk and don’t lie.

People are beautiful and for that i say,
Beautiful, everything looks beautiful to me.
How Beautiful things are when things are beautiful.

The sea, the morning, the house, the shadow, the earth, peace and the life which passes.

Your calm, your sauce, the spot on your back, your face, your energy in the weekends.

Beautiful the people who come and go,
Beautiful the people who never stop.

Beautiful the people with no age,
that listen, that understand, that give what they have.

Beautiful is the breeze with no hurry
This day is Beautiful…Breathe….. Breathe.

Beautiful the people who are real

Beautiful the people who are different.
Who tremble, who feel,
who live in the present.

Beautiful the people who are no longer with us.

Beautiful, Everything looks beautiful to me.