domingo, 1 de marzo de 2009
Down to you, you're pushing and pulling me down to you, but I don't know what I want.
You've got it, you've got it, some kind of magic - Hypnotic, hypnotic, you're leaving me breathless / I hate this, I hate this, you're not the one I believe in .with God as my witness!
don't know what ' want, but I know it's not you. keep pushing and pulling me down when I know in my heart it's not you.
You've got it, you've got it, some kind of magic - Hypnotic, hypnotic, you're leaving me breathless / I hate this, I hate this, you're not the one I believe in .with God as my witness!
don't know what ' want, but I know it's not you. keep pushing and pulling me down when I know in my heart it's not you.
sábado, 17 de enero de 2009
miércoles, 31 de diciembre de 2008
sábado, 20 de diciembre de 2008
coleccionaba mariposas tristes,direcciones de calles que no existen.
De Esperanza no tenía más que el nombre, la que no esperaba nada de los hombres, coleccionaba amores desgraciados, soldaditos de plomo mutilados. Pero quiso una noche comprobar para qué sirve un corazón, y prendió un cigarrillo y otro más; como toda esperanza se esfumó.
viernes, 12 de diciembre de 2008
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