Following the tracks of the lion

Hoy no sabía que escribir, y recordé que la reina de todas las leonas aparece solo por la noche.


Sometimes we travel along a cold desert in life. Sometimes it’s quite the opposite, a big revelry to enjoy. Just keep the idea of being you, try not to be somebody special, just you. I want you to be a free soul, as you were at the age of seventeen, when we made hundreds of plans, going abroad, visiting Manhattan, or sightseeing London. Nine years later, the notion is different. We often have to crawl to get our purposes instead of getting closer and closer to each other to face the world.

I don’t care, actually. If you need to use somebody, use me: I miss your sex on fire.