24 febrero 2006

Ningun día sin poesía

"It's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't chose"

"You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around
We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down"


"Silence, why won´t you listen
Maybe it´s just me but sometimes
it´s impossible to breath
A violent whisper
Maybe this time it won´t heal
Maybe this time it will bleed untill I´m free"

2 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

¿guapa, a que viene la tristeza?

Anónimo dijo...
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