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Es de esas cosas que nunca se pierden, tiene como un imán, no entiendo cómo pasa pero estoy tranquila que siempre nos volvemos a encontrar. Es el destino, yo lo se.

I missed you blog, vuelvo a escribirte como mi diario relativamente íntimo. Más íntimo que nunca diría yo, porque ya casi nadie lee este blog, quedarán un par a los que se les actualiza y nada más. Nada, eso, decirte que te saques el polvo de encima, que vuelvo a llenar tus páginas html con mis pensamientos... que te diviertas.

If I begged and if I cried would it change the sky tonight? Would it give me some light? Should I wait for you to call? Is there any hope at all? Are you drifting by? When I think about it, I know that I was never there or even cared. The more I think about it, the less that I was able to share with you. I try to reach you, I can almost feel you, you're nearly here and then, you disappear. And then I lie all by myself, I see your face, I hear your voice, my heart stays faithful. And time has come and time has passed, if it's good it's got to last, it feels so right.