sábado, 23 de mayo de 2009




I know you well,



I know your smell,



I 've been addicted to you.




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The things I do for love.

When words became unimportant
That was when I understood
I was happy to have met you.
And somewhere in that time,
Silenty and softly, like feathers,
The snow began to fall.