leticia's pink scribbles: hagamOs un trato

Cuando sientas tu herida sangrar
cuando sientas tu voz sollozar
cuenta conmigo

Someone gave me the whole version of this poem.

From letiCia's piNk scribbles

this is me...

Time sneaks in drawing memories in my eyes. It keeps trying to leave lines in my face and emptying my pockets of dreams, without noticing how time blends into the hands of experience. I'm getting dangerously near that age in which they say we have to be adults, but I'm sorry… I'll keep being who I am, a girl who still believes in the magic of clapping and making fairies fly in the bliss of life.

Sitting here in my room alone, I try to hold up as much as I can to every minute I have in life, though not easy, it’s like grabbing sand at the beach, what stays in your hands are the moments u cherish the most. I've walked steadily almost all my life, few turns and stops but never let myself jump out of the usual path and into the fields running through rain, sun, or whatever might come.

My eyes don’t want to take a glance back to find a broken smile for the dreams I forgot, lost or never even tried.

Today I decided I'll be different, I'll simply be me.

Who wants to be normal in a crazy, mixed-upworld?

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Thursday, February 25, 2010

hagamOs un trato

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Thursday, February 25, 2010

hagamOs un trato

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