I feel I know you from before, maybe not from this life, but from a time my memory doesn't remember, or maybe from a time language was mute. I have seen your face, maybe in a beautiful picture or in a museum of art. I need to know where you came from.
Why are you in my memories?
Have I dreamed about you?
Have you dreamed about me?
I have seen that hair before, I know those eyes, Why do I think about you so much?
I feel like you have lived with me before, I have heard your sweet voice in my head.
My head spins around your lips, I have seen them before too.
Why do I know you?
Where did you came from?
Have we lived before together?
I'm sure I know you from before.....
jueves, 3 de septiembre de 2009
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