No sé si el tiempo es propio de nuestra conciencia, no sé si existe de verdad, no sé quién pueda comprobar si todo es una foto o vá al ritmo de un tic-tac (o vá al ritmo de un tic-tac). ¿Pero qué diferencia hay? Si de la conciencia no nos podemos librar. Esa guía innata y leal que vos bien sabés, no siempre podemos respetar. No siempre podemos.

Followers ♥

viernes, 5 de febrero de 2010

Did you know you have a special way
of turning around my terrible days?

You make all the bad things go away
the second that you say hello.

It's the way that you talk, that you laugh,
that you smile.

If beauty was inches you'd go on for miles.
It's the way that you make everything seem worth while
the second that you say hello.

It's the way every love song reminds me of you.
Along with the stars and the sunset here too.
It's the way that you make the sky
seem
more blue

the second that you say hello.

So if love is a drug then i guess i'm addicted.
All i want is to have yours.
It's making my heart sick.
Goodbye is what broke it
and you were what fixed it
the second that you said hello ~

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