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.

dilluns, 6 d’abril del 2015

Well, maybe it's just me and my blind optimism to blame...
Or maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away.
And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand,
and I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said run as fast as you can.