Todo parece fluir y perderse,
bruscamente y a veces no con tanta crudeza y tanta prisa
y sin embargo, nos agujerea.
jueves, 31 de julio de 2008
After all this has passed I still will remain After I've cried my last There'll be beauty from pain Though it won't be today Someday I'll hope again And there'll be beauty from pain You will bring beauty from my pain