I can't believe this could be the end, it looks as though you're letting go...And if it's real, well I don't want to know.
Don't speak! I know what you're thinking. I don't need your reasons. Don't tell me cause it hurts.
As we die, both you and I, with my head in my hands I sit and cry...
It's all ending I gotta stop pretending who we are...
It's all ending I gotta stop pretending who we are...
You and me, I can see us dying...are we?
Don't speak! I know just what you're saying, so please stop explaining! Don't tell me cause it hurts.
I know you're good, I know you're good, I know you're real good.







Ciò è il sacrificio che il mio padre ha fatto per me..."





Si de palabras fue tu amor, yo me inventé el diccionario.





Mil años de vida juntos conducen a una comprensión del otro que a veces parece idiotez, pero que muchas otras es entendimiento de que la vida dura demasiado como para resistirse a sazonar la mejor de las comidas trayendo a la casa un poco de la sal que tiene lo prohibido. 