HOLA!!!!!!!!

¡¡¿QUÉ PASOOOOO?!!
¿ de Agosto a diciembre nos olvidamos....

The Fashion of his Love

Oh I'm seeing all the signs from above
I'm gonna be the one that he loves
I was made for loving him

Always there, behind me  next to me

Volver a la edad de la "no preocupación", es a la época que viajaría.

Sólo eso.

Waiting for forever

Dear Emma,

Those two words “Dear Emma” take me away to another time, when we used to write to each other after my mom and dad died. I used to tell about my new friends and my new life, and you used to tell about the grand time my dad and mom were having in heaven.

The truth is nothing, what you believe to be truth is everything. And the main thing that I used to believe was that I would be with you forever. Forever…

The reason it’s taken me so long to write to you is that I’ve seen that I have been a fool. I spent my life fooling myself. Every letter I’ve ever written to you has been a love letter, how could they have been anything else? I can see now that all of them, except this one, were bad love letters, bad love letters beg for love back, good love letters ask for nothing. This, I’m pleased to announce, is my first good love letter to you. Because there is nothing more to you to do, you’ve already done everything. I have enough of you in my head to last forever.

So please, don’t have to worry about me, I’m ‘peachy’, I really am. I have everything. If I had one wish, it would be that your life brings to you a taste of happiness you have brought to me. That you could feel what it’s like to love.

Your friend forever, Will.

They're trying hard to put me in my place

and that is why I gotta keep running.

the future is mine and it's no disgrace

'cause in the end the past means nothing.

Por aquí te extrañaremos.

purificación de fin de año: mode ON

Usar un mapa y ser un turista en Europa...

es una de las mejores sansaciones que conocí hasta el momento.

No rest for crosstops in my mind.
ON MY OWN, HERE WE GO...

pod teboj, se svet vrti.

qué se yo... ES LO QUE AMO HACER.
(hoy me anoto en el superior)

New journey, with friends and family. University and future I called it.

Toda la noche sacuediendo el esqueleto, para por fin llegar a casa y descanzar.

Más que cómplices, más simples conocidas, más que simples compañeras...
MÁS QUE AMIGAS.

A buscar algún lugar adonde las palabras aún sean mágicas
y desear, cerrar los ojos y pensar en esa mañana, tan fría y especial
y despertar el sol acariciándolo
y darme cuenta que hoy es todo lo que hay.


(la estoy escuchando en este momento, y si, tenia ganas de combinar la foto con esta canción... so what?)

Juanchi

¿Vos sos PELOTUDO?
te quiero. Mucho.

It's just another story caught up in another photograph I found
and it seems like another person lived that life a great many years ago from now.