podrán decirte todo lo que quieres, disfrazarse del tipo que andas buscando, pero si te hacen una casa sin paredes, a la primer brisa del mar saldrás volando.
sábado, 25 de febrero de 2012
domingo, 19 de febrero de 2012
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from
Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel
rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you
can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes
for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool
breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you
exchange a walk on part in the war for a
lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a
fish bowl, year after year, Running over
the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel
rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you
can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes
for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool
breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you
exchange a walk on part in the war for a
lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a
fish bowl, year after year, Running over
the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
jueves, 16 de febrero de 2012
miércoles, 8 de febrero de 2012
YO TE EXTRAÑARÉ, TENLO POR SEGURO!
ojalá pudiera devolver el tiempo para verte de nuevo, para darte un abrazo y nunca soltarte.
En realidad, todo te lo dije en la nota que te hice en el cel. gracias por tanto, sos lo mejor del mundo y te amo muchísimo, eso no lo va a cambiar nadie nunca. Nos mandamos muchas entre los dos y en algún momento iba a terminar todo, y así fue. Perdón por pocas y gracias por tantas Mateo! te amo tanto tanto.
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