سحر دائما

Copenhagen

"I carried it well, let me fly. I need a release from these troubles of mine.

Fix my feet,
when they're stumbling
I guess you know it hurts sometimes,
you know it's going to bleed sometimes,
now hold on.
I'm not looking for sweet talk, I'm looking for time, time for towering sweet folk,
all because it hurts sometimes.
You know it's going to bleed sometimes,
hold on,
you know it's going to hurt sometimes,
when you call me.
Hold on, Hold on, Hold on
I'm going to climb that symphony home, and make it mine.
And this pleasure is mine.
Mark my way.
See all these pessimistic sufferers, tend to drag me down, so I could use it to shelter,
what good I've found" . 

Ahora somos un poco mas viejos. 

Luisiana, Copenhagen