sábado, 28 de março de 2009

It’s Saturday, again, and I’m not with you Lea. Now time, for me, is like an endless lonely road away from you, and I have no choice but walk that road… I sense you behind, and in front of me there's nothing now. Fortunately nobody’s listening when I miss you. Fortunately nobody's here.

You were much too beautiful Lea; you were an amazing human being, and this world will miss you. It should have been me in your place.