Ayer fue la primera vez en mucho tiempo
que vi la herida y no me acordé de ti,
sólo vi una cicatriz...
((LLevaba mucho tiempo con estas palabras en la cabeza,
necesitaba quitarmelas de encima,
cerrar esa puerta,
dejar de lamerme la herida...))
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No ser amado es una simple desventura, la verdadera desgracia es no saber amar. A.Camus
ResponderEliminarWe learn as we grow older,
a thousand make up kisses to the fourth leaf on this lucky clover.
Despite our young hearts
we know how it is gonna be...
If there is something we can do
to escape this silence void
just a word that we can say:
we can not stay here no. more
I say love
and there is no one
i would rather be with nothing
i would rather do
i have got this dream
a heart that beats outside
this silent world.
and i have got you
and me
and all that we could be out of this black hole choked by this black sea