You don't form in the wet sand
you don't form at all
you don't form in the wet sand
I do
yeah
you don't form in the wet sand
you don't form at all
you don't form in the wet sand
I do
Los chilis
you don't form at all
you don't form in the wet sand
I do
yeah
you don't form in the wet sand
you don't form at all
you don't form in the wet sand
I do
Los chilis
Fueron 69 veces. Y ni rastro de ti en la arena humedecida por los humores de la tierra y el cuerpo.
ResponderEliminar¿Estás seguro?
ResponderEliminar"I thought about it and I brought it out: start the car, it's time to go:
You're the best I know."
"My love affair with everywhere was innocent. Right on the verge just one more dose I'm traveling from coast to coast…"
ResponderEliminarHow to be sure? It’s only a feeling.
You don’t form in the wet sand but you do in the liquid sky over Tafi. Just sitting on the ground, up on the mountains, watching the stars forming what resembles your face.
Let's start the car.
"I'd like to get to know you a little better baby.God knows that I'll really try. My what a good day for we take a ride. I'd like to say we did it for the (better of). "
ResponderEliminarI haven't told you about the dust. What about the dust? Not lust, no moon dust, just powder lifting up in the air, dust. Another story for you. You'll see.
"My theory isn't perfect but it's close
ResponderEliminarI'm almost there why should I care "
Yeah, tell me about the dust. Stardust? Dusty lust? Somehow, lust sounds better. The lusty/dusty lonely man on the mountains.
"Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind."
"Someone open up, let it show"
ResponderEliminarAnd you will definetly form in the dusty dry tucumanean Spring air. Your body covered with small particles of me, sugar cane ashes, sweet orange blossom sprinkling the air. Fine powder on your shoes will remind you of those other shoes which have walked endlessly the Aconquija Road heading to the top, where I wait for you. Smile you're almost there.