sábado, 30 de mayo de 2009



I love you
More than a new world rather than to a perfect day
More than a soft wine, rather than a long sleep
More than a ballad of a boy singing
More than my music, rather than my years
More than my sorrows, more than my chores
More than my pulse, but that my pleasures
More than our favorite game
But even that I love you
 

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