Think of me, think of me waking,
silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard
to put you from my mind.
Recall those days
look back on all those times,
think of the things we'll never do -
there will never be a day,
when I won't think of you . . .
La princesa persigue por el cielo de Oriente, la libélula vaga, de una vaga ilusión.
lunes, 24 de enero de 2011
miércoles, 5 de enero de 2011
Faith No More.
I prayed I wouldn’t fall in love
As I cleansed my hands at the sacred fountain.
Alas, judging from my state now,
God must not be listening.
Si intercambiar mi vida significara que podría estar con vos, morir sería tan fácil..
As I cleansed my hands at the sacred fountain.
Alas, judging from my state now,
God must not be listening.
Si intercambiar mi vida significara que podría estar con vos, morir sería tan fácil..
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