hoy tu te vas conmigo/ Tu me dijiste que me querías ver. Que estabas loco, muriéndote por verme.

I love your high

I need to sleep with the window open so I don't hear your silence.

my hands need not to reach for the same thing.
when I spread my heart to find my own
Itself.

I get an ache on sudden moments.

And I need to know 

I still know your touch.

Will I? Can I? Is it?

I do!  

Si

Sibiu this weekend plus one picture from rainy timisoara last week

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black and white together