Tonight I'll dream a boy called home, and wake up in tears all on my own, with the sun coming up and my head against stone, balcony dressed and drawn. Tonight I'll dream a room so far away, frost pale blue, the colour of a perfect day; and then screw up my face in the mirror, as I wait for the others to call. But if I don't believe in magic, and I don't believe in blood, and I don't believe in miracles, and I don't believe in love; then how come I believe it seems in a boy called home and a world called dreams?
3 talk way too much:
Bueno Dany hacía bastante que no firmaba por acá, pero siempre que pasó todo está re copado así que u.u ajajja bueno, no sé con respecto a la pregunta, a veces me canso de esperar, y ese es un problema I think. besitos, cuidate!
lalala hoy a la mañana estaba escuchando esa cancion ! :|
Ohh, The Cure (L). Como me gusta esa banda. Un beso Dany, qe estes bien =)
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