Detrás de todo este espectáculo de palabras, tiembla indeciblemente la esperanza de que me leas,
de que no haya muerto del todo en tu memoria...

mayo 08, 2010

Do you come together ever with him?
Is he dark enough, enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
Is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
Does he drive you wild or just mildly free?
What about me?
And I know I make you cry
I know you sometimes wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free, if not, leave him for me
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Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.