domingo, 28 de noviembre de 2010

Doesn't matter the language...

Sometimes I feel broken, but I don’t know better glue than your sex. Sometimes I feel alone, but I don’t know better company than your breathing. Sometimes I fell blind, but then I can see you smiling. Sometimes I’d like to be deaf; I don’t want to hear anything, except your sweet voice whispering magic things to my ear. Sometimes hope is gone, but your hand is always holding my hand. Sometimes I think you’ll left me alone, but then I smell your perfume. And when sometimes, I’m sad, you are the only one that can cheer me up.

...if the meaning is the same.

Se me antoja ser bilingüe, tu lengua y la mía. 

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