Pues El Niñó hecho de SMS no volvió a sonar.

Bueno, tenía que pasar, de verdad no fui muy agradable en mi mensajes, además, es mejor para mi, aunque todavía duele un poquito.

Do you remember the days when this wasn't like this, and i wasn't like that? How come can one forget what he lived? is it that he has lived it so many times that is has become ordinarily in his life? I remember the days when my brain was more important that my looks, i remember the days when talking was more than a few simple phrases and meeting was more exciting if it was longed. Why were you here? Why r you now tatooed to my mind? what was it on you that was so important? I know you will forget me, and i know you have found the one; and as much as it hurts, and as much as my tears won't let me, my walk will be firm and my feet will grab the sand under and when i arrive where the sea becomes one with the sky, then i will be in peace.
(Written about 8 months ago)

Y para aquellas dos chismosas que quieren ver una foto de él, aqui les va, no, no sabía mover el caballo, aunque yo andaba en yegua...