"Disculpen el fuerte olor a mar; no se imaginan el trabajo que da encontrar un título con aroma a sueños..."
lunes, 12 de mayo de 2008
Some mornings I wake up late, go to work, observe the people at the train station moving fast as if they knew perfectly where to go and I wonder if they belong there, cause I often feel I belong nowhere...
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