the future

The mere idea of seeing you again makes me smile.

And, though you and i know we both made mistakes, we now see that we need each other like the first time.

I got to your place and you gave me life, i forgot about you (or at least i tried) and now you tell me that we can once again go running barefoot on humid grass, shaking trees and leaving leaves behind.

Just like you said, just like i expected it to be.

But we are a scolarship away and, in a year or so, we could be goofing around, como buenos sonriedo a los niños, hablando de perros, de amor y asesinos.

Nadie sospecha y Toronto nos espera... sólo por un año, sólo por toda una vida.

Ahora ya todo está en manos de nuestras deidades misericordiosas, who might just be paying lip service to our salvation y que, al final, tal vez, dejarán todo a nuestra suerte.