Un@ Juliet@ Sin B@lCóN

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Algo así como un sentimentalismo expiatorio

Un@ Juliet@ Sin B@lCóN

Thursday, August 18, 2005

I wish you could exist to live on my planet

Well it's very hard for me to say these things in your presence

Es comer y no saciarse.
Querer dormir y permanecer siempre en la vigilia.
Es querer hablar y no vibrar las cuerdas.
Es sacar la mejor foto de tu vida, sin rollo.
Es dejar de respirar y seguir sonriendo.
Eso es quererte.

No se qué me han hecho tus ojos

¶ 7:46 PM

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