“Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”
De mis ojos descendieron lágrimas,
las que yo guardaba para ti.
Todo el mundo se volteó a mirar,
lágrimas que yo guardaba para ti.
Se convirtieron en una cascada,
que corre por el pueblo y se esconde..
ahora todos beben de ahí.
Lágrimas que yo guardaba para ti.
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