19 de noviembre de 2014

one, two, three, drink

I like when the rain touches my face gently.
I love the sound of the sea getting close to me.
I like sweet taste in my mouth.
I love when I look up at the sky and it sees me.
I like the smell of coffee on cold Saturday mornings.

And I'm afraid when the sun goes down,
when there's an unstoppable storm,
when I can see there's no light at all, 
and I'm afraid of the cold side of the bed.

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