"A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...don't you think
A little too ironic...and, yeah, I really do think...

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures"

lunes, 30 de agosto de 2010

Si

Cuántas veces imagine verte frente a la puerta del vagón. Nunca pasó hasta hoy. Las puertas se abrieron y tu sonreíste, travieso. Mientras tus ojitos me decian "amémonos en silencio".
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