It's seems to be, and it is what it seems. 07:26 p.m. 25/05; 2009.

Find
Another
Road.

And
Why
Are
You

Freaking out?
Running is not the answer.
Out of you, out of
Me.

Fill the space that you left here.
Is this what it seems to be? It would
Never be the same if you are not here,
Darling.
I would
Never
Go away without you.

Love is
Out of order.
Valentines are close to
End with their life.

Esperando para que llegues a mis manos, para parar. Soñar un ratito, descansar los pies, poner las miradas entre nuestros dedos. Soplar el viento, sonrojarme y verte sonreir. Dormir hasta el atardecer.