viernes, 13 de marzo de 2009

Reporte de las 20:59 de un viernes


||...we cover our lies with handshakes and smiles.
We try to remember our alibis;
we tell lies to our parents he hide in their rooms.
We bury our secrets in the garden...
Of course we could never make this love last.
I said of course we could never make this love last
The only love we know is love for ourselves...||












"It´s not the risk of what we lose..."

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