I'm not calling you a liar, just don't lie to me, I'm not calling you a theif, just don't steal from me, I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me, and I'll love you so much, I'm gonna let you, kill me, there's a ghost in my lungs and it sighs in my sleep, wraps itself around my tongue, as it softly speaks then it walks, then it walks with my legs to fall, at your feet, though but for the grace of God go on and when you kiss me, I'm happy enough to die

[Nuestras caras hermanita, viajando en el micro con destino a nada mas ni nada menos que Bariloche, con las expectativas a full y una ansiedad que nos mataba, gracias por haber compartido esos diez días conmigo amiga ♥]