The eyes see things that are, the mind sees things that are, that were and that that could be.
“ojala que las hojas no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caigan para que no las puedas convertir en cristal
[hopefully the leaves won’t touch your body when they fall so they will not be transformed into crystal]”
One love, one life.. You gave me nothing; now it’s all I got.
You ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl…
One.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map