1 sept 2012

  BARILOCHE 2012














Los diez dias mas lindos de mi vida. Los quiero mucho quinto pija grande!

15 jun 2012

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4 jun 2012

Maybe it’s hard when you feel like you’re broken and scarred, nothing feels right. But when  you’re with me I’ll make you believe that I’ve got the key

But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do

19 may 2012



El amor, en cambio, es cuando no respiras, cuando es absurdo, cuando echas de menos, cuando es bonito aunque esté desafinado, cuando es locura... Cuando sólo de pensar en verla con otro cruzarías a nado el océano


- Soy feliz. No me he sentido tan bien en toda mi vida. ¿Y tú?

- ¿Yo? Estoy de maravilla.
- ¿Como si pudieras tocar el cielo con un dedo?
- No, así no.
- ¿Ah, no?
- Mucho más. Al menos, a tres metros sobre el cielo.

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