martes, junio 23, 2009


One thing at a time.
Those lines when we're together
An early morning
without clouds in the sky.

The time for your crazy smile.
When you used to make secret stories
of your dreams for me.

One story at a time;
when we reach for love,
when we stay at home
we try to reach the moon.

And again, the only thing we get.
One thing at a time,
that crazy secret smile.

In both your world and mine,
No time exist around those circled lines
easy songs at the begining of the dark.

sweet dreams, goodnight.

María Fernanda Núñez Sarmiento.

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