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'SIN TI'

on May 06, 2018

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Sin ti,
senti.
Perdido.
Enfermo.
Confundido.
Solito.

Sin ti,
estoy.
Buscando.
Sonando.
Tranquillo.
Con buena compania.

"I am lost it's ok."

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