Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby you’re the best
I’ve got my red dress on tonight
Dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight
Done my hair up real big beauty queen style
Highheels off, I’m feeling alive
Oh, my god, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above all sizzlin’ like your snare
Honey I’m on fire I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby you’re the best
I’ve got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-Summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh
I’m feelin’ electric tonight
Cruising down the coast goin’ by 99
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side
I know if I go I’ll die happy tonight
Oh, my god, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above all sizzlin’ like your snare
Honey I’m on fire I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby you’re the best
I’ve got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh
I think I’ll miss you forever
Like the stars miss the sun in the morning skies
Late is better than never
Even if you’re gone i’m gonna drive, drive
I’ve got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh
Kiss me hard before you go
Summer time sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby you’re the best
I’ve got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh

sol

A los 10 años encontró refugio de la ciudad de la furia en una máquina de escribir. Más tarde conectaría con la escritura de viajes en un intento de traducir la mirada poética sobre el mundo que la rodea. Desde entonces, se ha alejado y ha vuelto a la poesía como quien vuelve a los brazos del amante: buscando calor.

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