Even the words I never use can now defeat myself and turn everything in the overexposured color of an old Polaroid. I like the way you makes me feel soft, the way the air changes his scent. I love to see all the bicicles arround, to kill any moment with a look. It's just a couple of thousand kilometres away, but I can barely see the hard sun, the people left behind, the thought of la chica de las palabras. Maybe there are words that I can't change by now, the people that grown in the bottom of my mind, but it's just a matter of time, always is.
Even the words I never use can now shoot the time, y si todo falla, siempre puedo declarar una retirada hacia delante.
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