Cierra los ojos y dime que esta noche no habrá frío. Hazme promesas tan cortas que estés dispuesta a cumplir, o mejor aún, prométeme que no habrá mañana. Hoy necesito creerte, hoy quiero que limpies las heridas que se están pudriendo, que me están matando. Hoy quiero que cierres los ojos y aprietes muy fuerte, quiero que me hagas sangrar hasta que estés segura que podré recuperarme, que podré salir de esto. Hoy cierra los porque no quiero que me veas llorar
It was a moan, it was her breathing. It was the end of innocence. It was not only the curiosity of the time, it was the hidden feeling behind. It was just a kiss, why not? It was just the fifth bottle of champagne. The good times need the best liquor. It was then just a try. Just her hand in her hand, it was just a witness surprised. It was just a moment to stop, it was just a time to look at the eyes. It was then the next song, it was a weird time. It was another kiss in the eyes. It was dancing together, it was falling behind. It was just another kiss, then another one. It was that electric feeling, knowing that something is going to end bad. It was just the delicacy of the moment, it was just a time. It was not passionate or wild, it was curiosity and discovery chance. It was touching here a...
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