domingo, 9 de mayo de 2010

Cuando ya no está.

My blankets don't shelter me (like his perfume does). The cold embalms my body and soul, and I'm missing him. His fire has been separated from me, in a cruel way, like sky from land. His smell stands under my skin, and those stars above are giving me quietness. My mouth is closed, wishing not to lose the pure essence of his kisses.

4 comentarios:

  1. Great composition!
    Ur description is so clear that i can understand how you feel cuando ya no está.


  2. Otra canción que parece vacile, como TheSalmonDance! :P

  3. que romantica te veooo yai!