A true love of mine.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long, if it rolls and flows all down her breast. Please see for me if her hair hangs long, that's the way I remember her best.
I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all. Many times I've often prayed in the darkness of my night, in the brightness of my day.
So if you're travelin' in the north country fair, where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all. Many times I've often prayed in the darkness of my night, in the brightness of my day.
So if you're travelin' in the north country fair, where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Hoy nos conocimos. Hubo un cortocircuito en mi cerebro, me quedé barada entre el Támesis y el Rio de la Plata... una gran confusión a long distance.
Es muy bizarro como las distancias y las diferencias a veces, no siempre, se pueden perder adentro de un café irlandés, literalmente, adentro de la irish cream que le ponene color beige dorado, podés ver como las diferencias tratan de nadar para no ahogarse en el café, y vos metés la cuchara y revolvés para asegurarte que la guadaña las encuentre, y te reís.
London // Buenos Aires // London sin escalas, por favor, gracias, muy amable!
Un café, una cena multinacional, una cerveza, una partida de pool y un taxi waving bye bye.
See you mañana.
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