you point to a string of stars shining so bright, you show me a view worth a sight, you talk of a paths shone with light, you illustrate a picture that seem so right, you meet my want with all you might...
why is it you isnt you? just when i thought i found the right you, the second thought said that you isnt you? I wish i never had found any you that i had met, the real you will be found.........
Anacleto: Agente secreto (2015)
10 years ago