Son "sólo pequeñas locuras":
(500) Days of Summer
17
18
500
60
a la botella se la llena y a la mujer se la satisface(tata)
adiós
al oido de una muchacha
al revés
alcohol
amistades perdidas
amor
Andrew VanWyngarden
año nuevo
Argentina levántate y camina
BASTA
Bella
blu
boomerang
breath
caminos
carpe diem
carta
ceguera
cicatrices
cœur
colectivo
comb
Cullen
Cyrano
deja vú
destino
donkey
dreams
droga
Edward
él
el chico de muni
el italiano
el mundo sigue girando y girando
encantos de mujer
Errores
first kiss
freedom
hippie
I love you
indie rokker
just like kaleidoscope colours
Kirsten Dunsts
lágrimas
life
lion
literatura
live fast and die young
lluvia
locura
Luke Pritchard
luz
Madonna
mazeta
miedo
naive
Navidad
ñomo
obseción
ojos
otoño
palpita porque me volves loca
pañuelos
para ellas las más bonitas
paz
Premio oh si
Príncipe William
puñales
reflexiones
riéndome de ellos
rubia deprimida
ruleta
San Valentín (o sin)
second chances
smile
son aquellos escritores
sonrisa
Sr. Narcisista
starbucks
Summer
Susnik
Swam
tentaciones
The Kooks
tic toc
títere
tren
Twilight
Vampire Diaries
veramores
volviéndome egoísta
vos
Watching The Ships Roll In
winter love
with eyes like sunset BABY
y mi corazón tiene tatuado tu nombre entre las mil y un puntadas de hilo de algodón.
you're not sorry
lunes, enero 12
Maybe,
Coming back and back, coming and going: it's the story of our lifes. Guess it is. Life doesn't stop, it keeps going, it doesn't stop to wait till you realise if you want to go on. I understand this kind of things, when I'm completely in peace, and though I believe this kind of peace was only bond to be given by you, I realised I just need love: I can't be alone. But I misunderstood the love I needed, I have those around me; that know me too damn well, 'cause they stand by me everytime I'm moody or bad. Friends of heart. Don't let me down, hope they won't, must believe they won't. Love you now and forever, but must let you go. I'm easy, relaxed. Still personality: complicated but as much love as hated, this is just me. Want to go back to the past, but not anymore. Present is perfect the way it is, and must live it fast, 'cause you gotta die young; that's something I've learned from you. Whatsmore, not to think too much about things, be a little bit impulsive, that my heart bits are okay to be followed. And give importance to what it really matter, yeah you taught me that. You taught me to believe in second chances, and star nights... Though I must end this chapter, and close my diary to start some other new, with white new pages, ready to fulfil them with everything I'll do. 'Cause I got a tomorrow, and I have an aim. And I got your memories, to read what you've said over and over again. I will forget you as time goes on, and my old watch gives another hour, and another day, I'll change, and you too. Maybe we will see each other again, oh yeah again. Maybe in five years or more, and maybe, just maybe you will be strong enough to stay by me, and let me see that you're not lieing when you tell me that I have an effect on you, 'cause I know I do. But now we will just take a time, a whole-existence time or maybe a couple or more years. All built up over a maybe, but that's life. You never know what you are going to find out,
recordándome por mis palabras
amor,
carpe diem,
él,
second chances
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