"The same principle which forbids me to lie does not allow me to tell the truth."
Giacomo Casanova (1725-1798)

I shouldn’t be thinking about you

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I’ve made from you an idea of everything I always dreamt of,

I can’t tell what you’ve turned into, before my eyes.

After saying all the right things, you’ve showed all the right feelings

My own bedroom seems like the twilight zone right now.

You’re not something I should be thinking about.

Proving me wrong in every possible way.

Making me face the truth I never wanted to see.

It’s true, I’m just a kid, a scared little girl when it comes to love,

when it comes to live.

What is it? That you have done to me?

Why do I feel so unsure of what I thought I knew?

Sometimes I just think that I shouldn’t think.

I know I shouldn’t be thinking about you.

Even if there was ever any chance

of this happening in any way

we’re better off by ourselves

you shouldn’t be thinking about me.

And here I am

wondering where you are

knowing that this will never be

knowing you can’t think about me

I shouldn’t dedicate you any more lines

it doesn’t matter, it’s no use,

I shouldn’t be thinking about you.

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Flowers Market

Cuenca, Ecuador

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Parque Calderón

Cuenca, Ecuador

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Downtown Cuenca, Ecuador

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From my last trip to Cuenca

The New Cathedral

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