lunes, marzo 07, 2011

I don´t know why but I remember him in that winter night yelling at you: fucking liar! I never see again a men so in love, And that night I knew you for the firts time. It was a conondrum, because we was really in love, till our fucking bones. But that night I knew it. It´s funny the way of ramdom memory works.

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