maybe it has no meaning but to me it does.
it means what the wind drags away everytime it rushed thru me
pasing by with out saying to me a formal goodbye
my head seems to be a treasuer chest
where i keep the fotographs that my eyes
instantly take.
no se para q me precupo...
alfin q de mi vida jamas se hara nada....
se ira con el viento
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