micro love story

Hay noches que son como relaciones condensadas: sí no si no sí sí-mmmmmm esto es diviiino-miedo-pelea-reconciliación-sos una tramposaa a a ah!-arriba abajo arriba sideways-ya perdí la cordura con vos-euforía-damelo sí no sí no sí-panic-pelea-fuga-ok end here.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

sobre todo las noches en que la soledad te convierte en tu propio enemigo, en tu propia víctima: si no me aman no me amo. 1,2,3,4,5... no face. no name. no number. Me escucho cantando: "Come potrò dire la mia madre... che ho paura?" perdóname por entrometerme aquí, nadie me ha llamado. 1,2,3,4,5...

girlontape said...

yo me amo igual...un llamado para fer plisss :)

Anonymous said...

sei brava. peccato non conoscerti, אהבה :) bye

girlontape said...

mejor no conocerse bombon...yo odio a tout le monde non l'hai capitoooo

Anonymous said...

bombón? mmm... that word has absolutely nothing to do with me. Don't underestimate me. I'm out of joint and have no fucking interests.

I understand your posture

neshikot

girlontape said...

a touch of sarcasm to lighten up my comment thats all...jeje

Anonymous said...

No me imaginaba que eras tan le lush...

girlontape said...

le lush...what does it mean

Anonymous said...

Is the first verse from "Tomo lo que encuentro" (Virus). do u know the band?
Le lush I wrote it wrong. Is "Lelouch" (Claude), a french filmmaker.
The verse has no literal meaning, or at least is a metaphor. But the song is beautiful.

girlontape said...

el avión ya despego
con destino a nueva york

yes i know virus
sort of