No te digen
Que es las coasas mas pequenas
Que te doloran el mas
Te echare de menos
Los abrazos y
Los sonrisas
El sentimento de seguridad
Todos son idos.
Y a veces, es impossible
A rellenar el hoyo.
--2.3.08
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"You can't expect to understand me completely through the medium of present-day conceptions. I breathe for my own necessity, for the fuel of my body, for my survival... I've given you, not my sacrifice or my pity, but my ego and my naked need." [[The Fountainhead]]
About Me
- The Z
- 25-year-old anachronism with an 80s rock vibe. Downtown-NYC-theatre-artist. Urban hopeless romantic. Believer in magic.
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- My Promise to You Part II
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- Element
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- Tell Me
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- Arose in the East
- It's Worth the After
- What Heals Also Breaks
- She and Time
- It's the Disease
- 9162006
- Porque No Sabes
- That Which Is, Is
- The Final Word
- Visual Revolution
- Charicature of Intimacy
- Escaping the Brain
- It's Been
- Flesh and Blood
- Still Breathing
- Written
- Off and On
- Dropped
- Wrong
- Aqui Sin Ti
- No Me Digas
- I am a Girl
- On a Chain
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