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 07, 2011


Don’t I know it? Nobody has to say. I’ve been lucky. Guess I was born that way.
I thank my father, his absence has made me strong. And I love my mother but she had troubles with God.

Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.