Pero no, no hay prisa; te duele el corazón al recordar su sonrisa, te duele con razón, pero no, no hay prisa.
Y vuelves a tu casa con la misma camisa, pero con manchas de ron.

dissabte, 4 de gener del 2014

- “Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again."
- "Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?"
- "Yes. I want to ruin you."
- "Good," I said. "That's what I want too.” 

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