viernes, octubre 15, 2010
Porque leer en inglés me switchea un poco.
Sometimes when it rains (or when it's going to rain the next day) I wanna run away the faster I can and maybe wanna cry, while the windows make love with the steam and the heat is killed by spring wing. I just don't dare -i've given up on risk. I just don't dare, I decided not to fall -even when I stare at the street being on a fifth floor, even when I wonder how I would feel if I jumped, if I closed my eyes and let me go.