Time slips away
and the light begins to fade
and everything is quiet now.
.
Feeling is gone
and the picture disappears
and everything is cold now.
.
The dream had to end,
the wish never came true
and the girl starts to sing.
Un día me levanté y dije: - Mamá, ya fue. Soy telemarketer.
posted by Dafne at 14:57