sábado, 4 de diciembre de 2010

Lo que pude rescatar de una poesia mia

You're a volcano, you said, ( so)
I''ll be the rain that evaporates
when you try to touch me.
I wanna try to feel your skin,
but in the end I burn,
you fire my body.
I learned that I prefer to die in your skin

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