“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.”

E. Hemingway.
"París era una fiesta"


Sunday 11 January 2015

Arándanos de domingo


There's no need to argue anymore. 
I gave all I could, but it left me so sore. 

And the thing that makes me mad,
Is the one thing that I had, 

I knew, I knew, 
I'd lose you. 

You'll always be special to me, 
Special to me, to me. 


And I remember all the things we once shared, 
Watching T.V. movies on the living room armchair. 

But they say it will work out fine.
Was it all a waste of time. 

'Cause I knew, I knew, 
I'd lose you. 

You'll always be special to me, 
Special to me, to me. 


Will I forget in time
You said I was on your mind? 

There's no need to argue, 
No need to argue anymore. 
There's no need to argue anymore.

A veces se me olvida que hay  atajos para llegar a mi misma.





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