Absinthe

It's a beautiful day

Once I get you up there where the air is rarified
We'll just glide, starry-eyed
Once I get you up there I'll be holding you so near
You may hear angels cheer 'cause we're together

Frank Sinatra, Come Fly With Me

El aire huele mejor, los suspiros son hacia adentro y no hacia afuera, la ciudad de la furia nos sonrie mientras afuera cae la nieve.

publicadas por Germán @ 10/26/2006 07:12:00 p.m.