Wasted Years

From the coast of gold, across the seven seas,
I'm traveling on, far and wide,
But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself,
And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else.

I close my eyes, and think of home,
Another city goes by, in the night,
Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it til it's gone away,
And my heart is lying there and will be til my dying day.

Adrian!!



So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,
Face up...make your stand,
And realize you're living in the golden years.

Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind,
Can't ease this pain, so easily,
When you can't find the words to say, it's hard to make it through another day,
And it makes me wanna cry, and throw my hands up to the sky.

(Smith) 5:06

Pues que ahora hay tés verdes en mi casa, y puedo conseguir otros sabores, supongo!

Cuando quieras.

el blog en el 2010

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Era una agradable imagen de una misteriosa mujer que abría de manera elegante una mano mientras preguntaba algo y apoyaba la otra en la rodilla por encima de su túnica verde y de un hombre que, vuelto hacia ella, escuchaba atentamente lo que le decía su señora. La observé entusiasmado, sintiendo celos de la intimidad, el amor y la amistad que había entre ellos.

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