ESTRAGON: Let's go.
VLADIMIR: We can't.
ESTRAGON: Why not?
VLADIMIR: We're waiting for Godot.

Samuel Beckett
Waiting for Godot

viernes, 23 de marzo de 2012

every time


every time you smile at me
the world becomes a little better
a tear is cleaned somewhere
by the lips of a smiles-giver
a hand is hold by a soul
who gives shelter through the storm
to the frightened one
every time you set your eyes on me
i shiver
i smile 
i change
every time you smile at me...

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