At this stage in my life I don’t think I'm going to write anything worthwhile.

lunes, 21 de mayo de 2012

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We'll live as much as our ghosts will crawl on our memory walls. Even when nobody knows our chest pain, or why we could be so afraid of everything that comes around us. 
In every empty word they said, we found a new world to stay. Where we want to hang out. 
Playing  melodies of our own lives. Or reinventing songs changing their subjects for " you and I "
Everywhere there's a reason to stay, although you aren't capable to listen the silence's harmony. 
But it's there, waiting for us to understand them.

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