(via i-say-this-is-a-war)
Labios imperfectos. Miradas perdidas. Llamadas mudas.
We used to laugh, now we only fight. Baby, are you lonesome now?
Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart.
Ha sido uno de los mejores libros que he leído. Una de las mejores sagas.
If some night I don’t come home, please don’t think I’ve left you alone.
No one could ever know me. No one could ever see me. Seems your the only one who knows what it’s like to be me.
SIMPLE PLAN. 9th of November. Madrid.
Oh, memories, where’d you go? You were all I’ve ever known.
…And I was afraid when you kissed me…
This is Halloween, this is Halloween. Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! In this town we call home, everyone hail to the pumpkin song. In this town, don’t we love it now? Everybody’s waiting for the next surprise…
La música es como la vida, hay que sentirla, hay que disfrutarla pero no analizarla nota a nota, segundo a segundo.
I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky.
Here comes the sun.
Y no estás, pero estás. Te acercas. Vienes y te marchas. Te ocultas. Te entretienes en ser mientras no eres. Te vas donde te ocultas y te muestras para darte de nuevo sin estar. Y así quedarte sin verte el corazón donde te esconde.
