viernes, 8 de octubre de 2010

In a bag you will be before the day is over.

Don't leave me here, to cast through time,
Without a map, or road sign.
Don't leave me here, my guiding light,
'Cause I, I, wouldn't know where to begin.
I asked the Kings of Medicine,
But it seems that they have lost their powers.
Now all I'm left with is the hours.

Cada día eres más frágil y yo cada día tengo más miedo.

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