I'm not in love...

Querida Laura,

Quizá nunca en mi vida había vivido un invierno real,
y tan hermoso como en el que me encuentro en estos momentos.

Te dejo éste lindo tema que me hace recordarte:





I got no more time to hear what you think about me
Because all your words are so cold, so callous, so clean
In the moment you could be honest, you could wake up, up
But your jealousy is more blind than luck

And you could be my enemy
And you could be my judge

If you could start remembering all the time that you used up

And you could be my remedy
If you could show me love

If I could stop remembering all the time that you used up

I got no more time to hear who you think we should blame
Because all your words are so vile, so vicious, so vain
In the end, we did all the damage that you could want, want
But the emptiness will go on and on

And you could be my enemy
And you could be my judge

If you could start remembering all the time that you used up

And you could be my remedy
If you could show me love

If I could stop remembering all the time that you used up

And you could be my enemy
And you could be my judge

If you could start remembering all the time that you used up

And you could be my remedy
If you could show me love

If I could stop remembering all the time that you used up



Qurida Laura,
Espero que mis noticias estén llegando al remitente, Porque hace mucho tiempo que no te doy pistas de mi. Espero que estés bien. Espero que todo esté bien.

(La comunicación aquí está compleja, las interferencias se notan cada vez más como quizá ya sabes, pero te haré saber de mi cada vez que pueda).



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