30 jul. 2011

Hope is the thing with feathers...

That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.



True Love Will Never Fade

Nobody does it half as good as you.

petite femme fatale

«cogito ergo sum»... siento y ya no existo.

quédate conmigo

where is my fish? (the fish and the bird who fall in love will find no place to build a home in...)

Everything means nothing to me.