Es difícil distinguir la hoja en blanco en la que estamos parados, de la historia completa de la que venimos, cada uno con su vida, su gente, sus lugares. Ahora no hay nada. Solo el otro. Solo nosotros. Frente a la posibilidad de elegir y de hacer, de actuar, de construir. Moverse, lo más importante.
There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.
I'll follow you into the park \ through the jungle, through the dark \ Girl, I've never loved one like you
Moats & boats & waterfalls\ alley ways & pay phone calls \ I've been everywhere with you \ That's true
We laugh until we think we'll die \ barefoot on a summer night \ Nothin' new is sweeter than with you
And in the streets we're running free \ like i's only you and me \ Geez, you're somethin' to see
Ahh, Home \ Let me come Home \ Home is wherever I'm with you








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