Wednesday, September 23, 2009

we should accept weeds, despite how we feel about them



I dulcify your senses...

Our faces near. Eyes fixated. Then they shut a bit. Breath slowly caressing. My fingers touch your lips like I'm painting and forming your shape with the colors in my finger tips. you seem at ease with this. no words...no more.

4 comments:

Aanother Ddimension said...

Mi Viejo I don't remember whos sings this songs my parents my know, but this song is my favorite spanish song! That's badass that you guys covered specially because is in spanish. Good job guys!

Anonymous said...

Hello? What's up? Nobody home?
Check your e-mail.

Anonymous said...

Check-o mail-o.

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