And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me.
2 comentarios:
Anónimo
dijo...
se siente el invierno, se siente la nostalgia porteña en tus self-portraits. besitos.
And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me.
2 comentarios:
se siente el invierno, se siente la nostalgia porteña en tus self-portraits. besitos.
wow, que lindo
me haces falta, mucha falta!
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