"No soy pluma, ni papel, solo la mesa en un mundo donde viajan las ideas."
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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