Horas definitivamente màs libres que otras;a la vez màs concientes,pero livianas. Increìble como algo ficticio te puede alcanzar,restregarte un ùltimo encuentro como el poor Charlie Pace thing y sus zapatillas vans =/ y tù te preguntas si esos ùltimos momentos de reacciòn ante el peso del destino son compartidos,si el sintiò lo mismo cuando se estaba alejando de mi.Un ñoño fanvid y la cancioncilla aquella

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Imogen Heap - Hide & seek where are we? what the hell is going on? the dust has only just begun to fall crop circles in the carpet sinking, feeling spin me round again and rub my eyes, this can't be happening when busy streets a mess with people would stop to hold their heads heavy hide and seek trains and sewing machines all those years they were here first oily marks appear on walls where pleasure moments hung before the takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life hide and seek trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here) blood and tears (hearts) they were here first Mmmm whacha say, Mmmm that you only meant well? well of course you did Mmmm whacha say, Mmmm that its all for the best? of course it is Mmmm whacha say? Mmmm that it's just what we need you decided this Mmmm whacha say? Mmmm what did she say? ransom notes keep falling out your mouth mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs speak no feeling no I don't believe you (i dont believe you) you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit (hide and seek) ransom notes keep falling out your mouth midsweet talk, newspaper word cut outs (hide and seek) speak no feeling no, I don't believe you you don't care a bit, you don't care a (you don't care a) bit