Esto ni siquiera existe

[O al menos no debería]

She’s so much of an adult and yet she’s my friend.

The only thing of a child that’s left of her is the will of being love.

A wish that has not being so well granted.

Don’t know why, she’s such a nice person

for being an adult, of course.

I guess it’s because she only exists in my head

So eventually she will fade away.

I think it’ll be soon enough

I can hardly remember her already.

It's me, Mario! (Not)

My photo
Es probable que yo este loca.