1.12.13




Ojala la vida te hubiese dejado que nos dijéramos adiós; te habría dicho que te amo con el alma. 


It's hard letting go
I`m finally at peace, but it feels wrong,
Slow I'm getting up.
My hands and feet are weaker tha before.
And you are folded on the bed
Where I rest my head.
There's nothing I can see.
Darkness becomes me.