domingo, 30 de maio de 2004


My dearest,

Now that I ve learnt to speak and write in english (at long last!), I ve decided to write to you in this language, since I can t use yours to keep me busy.
I m amongst friends, fans, admirers, followers and clowns, surrounded by a deafening sound and without music to inspire me.
Anyway, even not knowing where you are and why you exist I decided to put pen to paper what goes on my soul, today at 2a.m..
I wouldn t mind fitting your love into the space and time of a lifetime. Because I have the sky and I just want a star and I have many lips but I just want yours.

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