Si pudiera elegir mi paisaje de cosas memorables, de otoño desolado, eligiría súbitas rosas, lluvia,
recuerdos, alguna muerte, un montón de estrellas y una caja de ilusiones...

jueves, 10 de enero de 2008

So lost

And you are so lost
I know. You know
¿Can we deny it?
Maybe I can imagine it's not true
But surely, I can't deceive myself
¿What are you thinking?
I'm next to you, dreaming, hopping
However, nothing last
You are in the dark
I'm crying in silence
And both are looking for answers
¿Will you embrace your fears?
¿Will you risk it all?

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