viernes, 11 de marzo de 2011

Triste, triste pero bonita, como la vida misma... (y me acompañó todo aquel tiempo...)

...And I met a man, a mannequin
who stood so still I know he was afraid,
and he preferred a place of permanance
to the awful guessing game of choice and change...

...You dreamt of mountains but sometimes a hole
is more comfortable.

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