domingo, 22 de agosto de 2010
instantánea de lo vivido hasta hoy......
En esta foto siento acusadamente el paso del tiempo, el número 43 de mi hijo me alerta que todo lo anterior ya sucedió y que lo que está por venir también se puede marchar igual de rápido.
Etiquetas: vacaciones
P.S. TE AMO
TRY AGAIN
I fell asleep on a late night train
I missed my stop and I went round again
Why would I wanna see you now?
To fix it up, make it up somehow
Baby I'll try again, try again
Baby I die every night, every time
What I was isn't what I amI'd change back but I don't know if I canStill
I'll try, try again, try againBaby I die every night, every timeBut I was made the way I amI'm not a stone;
I'm just a manLay down your arms and I will lay down mineRip back the time that we've been wastingGod
I wish you could see me nowYou'd pick me up and you'd sort me out
Baby I'll try again, try againBaby I die every night, every time
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¡Nuff said!(sobran las palabras)
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