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...

diciembre 22, 2011

If you had the time






You're still nothing to me
And this is nothing to me
And you don't know what you've done
But I'll give you a clue
You could have been number one
And you could have ruled the whole world
And we could have had so much fun
But you blew it away.
Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.