19/11 20/11
A hundred days had made me older since the last time that I saw your pretty face, a thousand lights had made me colder and I don’t think I can look at this the same.
But all the miles had separate they disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face.
I’m here without you baby, but your still on my lonely mind.




El chocolate, la música, los libros con portadas bonitas, las películas, las fotos, el mar, la lluvia, la nieve, los zapatos, los pendientes, el otoño, las fresas, los cacahuetes y su sonrisa.