Sometimes it becomes so damn difficult to keep avoiding the repressive fact. That little monstrous thing that haunts me like a shadow, still at remote utter darkness, when I can only sense it with closed lids.
Sometimes ...
...
... it is just so bloody hard not to express how my eyes find so easily this dazzling beauty that revolves around you.
Odio tener qe traducir.. lo detestooooooooooo
ResponderEliminar>.< .. es escrito por ti o es una cancion?
pues empiézale (ni qe tu nunca escribieras nada en inglés)
ResponderEliminar...
.. y las 2 .. me acabas de dar la idea de qe tambn sea cancion
ahahaha
ResponderEliminarD: jaja..
poes seria una gran idea!!
jaja n.n