Un lugar sin tema definido donde tienen lugar todo tipo de pensamientos, delirios y sentimientos. Un lugar sin trascendencia en el que nada parece venir a cuento y todo tiene cabida. Un lugar donde dejar volar la imaginación. Un lugar donde la gravedad es limitada.

jueves, 4 de abril de 2013

You see through me like I'm not there


Glass


Rolled around on kitchen floors.
Tied my tongue in pretty bows with yours.
And now we pass and just like glass
I see through you, you see through me like I'm not there.

You could make my head swerve.
Used to know my every curve.
And now we meet on a street,
And I am blind. I can not find the heart I gave to you.

Sometimes what we think we really want we don't.
Sometimes what we think we want we really don't.
Sometimes what we think we love we don't.

And I am blind. I can not find the heart I gave to you.
And when we meet on a street,
Then I am blind. I can not find the heart I gave to you.

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