#escritos

— Então dei risada porque doeu demais pra chorar.

No se trata de quedarte y no abrir los ojos, es sobre conocer y equivocarte, una y mil veces más, hasta que no tengas dudas de quién eres realmente.

E quando a lagarta achou que o mundo tinha acabado, tranformou-se em borboleta.

I read your books and heard your songs, but nothing could prepare me for the warmth your hands gave ne y the taste your lips left on mine. . . . . .

Time engraved in me your name, like the water carves the stone: with patience and without mercy. . . . . . Escritos nocturnos

Benditos sean tus ojos que aunque no me miren como quiero me iluminas la vida.

To admit that your imperfection makes me feel perfect and still think I don't deserve you... ...it's something I can never do. . . . . Escritos nocturnos

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