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...

sábado, 7 de mayo de 2011

To blame

Don't blame me, I did say stop
Ok, It wasn't softly
But you didn't listen anyway
You want me in your shoes or either, mouth shut
Who understand?
Conversation with that purpose, has no meaning at all
At least, not in my world
So, look and think
Darkness has come around
And I know you want me, but please, not like that
Not in a silence that don't get along well
Not with my fragility, not with your childishness.

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