dimecres, 8 de desembre de 2010

Almost it was a starting over, but finally that couldn't be.

There are places where I hide in, all my life,  to dream about my dreams, some have gone and some remains. All that places have their moments with singers and figthers, In my life I love them all, but from all them there's is no one compares with you.

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