Escribi un cuento llamado SOME ONE... era de un hombre largo que usaba una gabardina negra, hombre de ojos profundos y mirada extraviada, some one olia a tabaco. Tenia un espejo gigante y melodias de Bach en la cabeza. Era como uno de los retratos de El Greco, vestia de negro y olía a lavanda. Extraña mezcla.
You took your coat off and stood in the rain, you're always crazy like that. And I watched from my window, always felt I was outside looking in on you. You're always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair, you were fashionably sensitive but too cool to care. You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say besides some comment on the weather.Vivia en la calle mas larga del mundo... le gustaba la lluvia, escribia cuentos, coleccionaba hojas de otoño y fotografias en blanco y negro.
Well in case you failed to notice, in case you failed to see, this is my heart bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees, and... These foolish games are tearing me apart, and your thoughtless words are breaking my heart. You're breaking my heart. El espejo quedo quebrado...
Some one is in somewhere...
