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There I am, lying under that old and sad maple tree, watching my reflection in the crystalline lake filled up with tear drops and old hopes. A cold wind strokes my impure heart, at far distance I think I can see you but then again I realize that I have been wrong.
I had fight for you expecting nothing in return, I had cared and be there for you and perhaps I had even loved you. Silence is overwhelming my most motionless feelings and from the bottom of my pale heart I miss you, everything’s so subtle, tangible and vivid.
Que onda, como has estao? ya no te has pasao por mi blog. Solo espero que estes bien y pase para decir hola.....HOLA!...(ja que estupido me vi).
Bueno cuidate, y suerte. Y ya no te desaparescas tanto, que tus posts son de lo mejor.
CYA !!