It's all about writing, buddy.
"So what? All writers are lunatics!"
Sunday, December 28, 2014
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- Yo no te dije que me esperaras. - Ya lo sé. - ¿Y por qué has esperado? - Tenía qué hacerlo. - ¿Tenías qué? No, claro que no tenías que...
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Tire swings and hot chocolate. The world’s about to end. I could dance for a while, I could make you stay. But you’re leavin’ on the next p...
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How could I live without my sea? How could I live without my wind? How could I live without the rain that wets the weak side of my skin? Ho...
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
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I bet she’s pretty. Maybe the prettiest girl in the neighborhood. I bet she has a dimple, and her eyes light up every time she smiles. She’...
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Singin' Lana under the rain, spinnin' around. I'm not waitin' for anyone, nobody's comin'. The street's almost ...
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
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And while that songs numbs my senses my heart still talks about you. But I'm not sayin' it out loud, I'm not shoutin' it ou...
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Esa sensación de "paso página y que le jodan al mundo." Me he comprado lencería nueva, un vestido negro, me he soltado el pelo....
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Ojalá te mire y tu mundo se derrita, ojalá te cuide mejor mil veces mejor que yo, ojalá te mime y te de todo lo que necesitas, todo lo...
Monday, December 22, 2014
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2006. I was young, I didn't care. The world was there for me, and I reached for the stars. I danced, I dreamed, I loved, I laughed...
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No voy a esperar a que llegue el huracán. No va a llegar. Tengo que coger la mochila y empezar a hacer el camino. Caminante perdida y olvid...
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