ríen histéricas las almas en soledad. lloran despacio las que no aman mas. al final sí fuimos gotas de un mismo río, pero nos secamos con lentitud.
10.4.09
In your eyes i'd like to stay
You're like an Indian s u m m e r In the middle of winter Like a hard candy With a surprise center How do I get better Once I've had the best You said there's Tons of fish in the water So the waters I will test
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