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domingo, 16 de mayo de 2010

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UN POCO DE COLOR A LA VIDA NO NOS HARIA NADA MAL...

The kiss



I wasn't thinking when I looked into your eyes,
I wasn't dreaming I was running to the past,
through the color of your eyes, it was you...you

Every beginning was an ending from the start,
leaving and leaving while the truth was passing by.
I´ll pretend I would've knew,
time like a flower is a dangerous gun,
given the hour there was nothing else to do
but run through the color of your ejbjbyes,
it was you....you