"The air on my skin and the world under my toes,
Slavery stitched into the fabric of my clothes,
Chaos and commotion wherever I go,
Love I try to follow."
I keep telling Latin America that we're over. It keeps telling me I'm wrong. But if I'm going to be unemployed, it might as well be in a foreign country.
1 comment:
I bet you did it on Xanga.
~felipe
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