Es muy tarde o temprano y me doy un brake... escuchando buena musica, un clasico.
"STRUMMING MY PAIN WITH HIS FINGERS,
SINGING MY LIFE WITH HIS WORDS,
KILLING ME SOFTLY WITH HIS SONG,
KILLING ME SOFTLY WITH HIS SONG,
TELLING MY WHOLE LIFE WITH HIS WORDS,
KILLING ME SOFTLY, WITH HIS SONG."
Este es mi espacio, mi habitaciòn personal, estos son los cajones entre abiertos que conservan mis recuerdos, mis pensamientos.. he aquí la fuga de mi esencia.
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