Susurro
Cuanta gente hay en el mundo?
6 billion, 7 billion?
En este pais, mas que 65 million,
pero siento solo.
En realidad, creo que tengo miedo, miedo de soledad
y busco siempre por -
por ti.
Mi pesadilla peor es de nunca te encuentro.
Quando te encuentro serias mi mundo, mi cielo, mi musica y mis lagrimas,
mi cancion para siempre, pero ya te espero.
Puedo esperar pero, mi amor, escucha
porque te llamo
susurrando.
The End
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Susurro, which
was posted on Mar 28, 2010 by
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Foreign Language, Love / Romance
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