...while closing my eyes, my face turned against the cold wind. I have seen your silouette against the perfect blue sky, casting your shadow into the thin air. I have seen the red and orange reflections of the dying winter sun flickering in your hair, your sublime smile, your pale imperfect skin.
I have kissed your lips, those lips full of temptation and thirst and hunger, I have kissed them again, and again. I've heard music in my head. You mermaid, seagull lost in the desert. I know I do not love you, I'm not longer crushed by your presence, I can stop longing for you at will. But still I put you above.
And with a single tear, running down your cheek, I learned, for once, that I'm still trapped in your eyes.
I suppose I'll be 'round for a while. For while closing my eyes... I have seen you.
I suppose I'll be 'round for a while. For while closing my eyes... I have seen you.
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Lo sorpendente es que ustedes mismos, quienes viven ahi, tiren estiercol por donde pasarán...pero si asi les gusta, adelante.