espero que no sea para siempre
ver dibujos en blanco y negro
mientras en mis recuerdos luce el cuadro con mil colores
no quiero creer en amor para siempre
niego entender que sea interminable
contra toda la razon
sin sentido, sin explicacion
sin embargo... es tan bonito
pero ...no sé cuanto tiempo me podré engañar...
y siguo....sin pintar
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pinta!
Śniłaś mi się tej nocy
Pinta Wojnowska, Pinta.
I got woken up remembering this space we had for the cow. A long time has passed, very long, almost infinite. It feels like a different lifetime alltogether. I guess time heals all wounds, and gives us perspective. Today, with the benefit of hindsight, I must apologise. My apologies may not mean anything and may never reach you, I am sure or the latter, but I couldn’t resist writing this. I know you are happy, because that is who you are. I am just sorry and hope life gave you more that it took. I’m sure that happened, because despite everything you’ve always been in my prayers misiu
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