I want you to cry for me.
I want you to cry because of me.
I want you to touch me in the morning a softly say: I love you.
I want to have a baby;
I want him to look like you,
and then a daughter with hints of me.
I want calm and predictable afternoons,
crazy funny nights;
Another type of story.
Books by the bed,
books by the living room.
A typewriter.
I want your love forever,
and to know that I will not die alone.
And to love forever.
To cry for you and because of you.
To touch you in the morning and softly say: I love you.
lunes, septiembre 20, 2010
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