If today you could ask me,
if I still think of you,
about that day, that night,
that moment lost in time,
if I believe the stars had a plan
for us in that moment in life,
do you remenber the moonlite?
If I wanna fly into your dreams,
swimn in the ocean of hope
and have no tomorrow at all,
If I still am the way I was,
crazy, smiling, careless, shameless,
never having any plans.
If you could still ask me
if you still wanted to ask me
If there was a chance
like a small petit star
that you would ask me
My answer would be...
Lindo, Pri!
ResponderBorrarMe encanta ese mood medio nostálgico, como si el propio texto brillara silenciosamente bajo un clair de lune (que podría haber sido el título, no te parece?).
Un abrazo, nos vemos en la semana.