miércoles, 6 de marzo de 2013

Never ending city

 I'm gonna miss this city. The way it smells when it rains, the long avenue that takes you to the sea. How all those cafés where I like to go on Sundays remind me better days in Paris. But I need to get the hell out of here. Todo me asfixia. El ruido ya no es ninguna cosmopolita melodía. El tráfico me llena los pulmones de mentiras. Je dois partir, très loin d'ici. Where it rains everyday et la lune se lève à midi. 

Tengo que irme para encontrarme.

1 comentario:

  1. I know that feeling, sometimes I just want to run away.

    Hey, how about following each other? Let me know on my blog <3

    / Avy