sábado, 5 de diciembre de 2009

La foto y las fechas recuerdan a alguien. Amores pasados, vidas rotas o naturalmente amputadas. Sea como sea, pasadas, arrebatadas. A veces, todo esto sucede sin un porqué, y el dolor es aún mayor..

miércoles, 2 de diciembre de 2009

I'm waitiing, for the perfect time to call you back. Because I remember saying don't wanna know the truth can't handle that, and I try to, just forget you, but I don't know how, if only I knew. Take it all over your face, such a paintful thing to waste, tell me now, where do we go? Now the future is not so clear, I can't believe, without you here. Where's the world that doesn't care? Maybe I could meet you there...