Stars are made of blues

. 10 de enero de 2015
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Sometimes I'm like loving these nights alone.

But I wonder if you could come this far some day.

Leaving prejudice and sorrow in a broken tear.

It has been a while since the last time,

And I feel the silence striking on me.

I have been left in this place all by myself.

All the doctors smile at the clinic of love.

Sing and dance.

I just don't know if I want to keep this one away.

The leaves are whispering our names,

At the forest of whispering trees.

Make a star shine over mi eyes tonight,

And I will know you are still fighting with the ghosts of your Arctic bears.

And I will make an effort  to keep on loving these nights alone,

At the city in which everyone keep singing,

Come on, move on.

(... Del 18 de enero de 2007 - 08:10 am ...)