Este 9 de enero "The Joy& Art of Living in
Sin" cumple un año en la red.... y como dicen por ahí : ¡¡¡ A Celebrar !!!
Ha llegado este primer aniversario, más rápido de lo que
esperaba. ¡Cómo me ha apasionado escribir para toood@s ustedes, enamorar a
seguidores de diversas partes del planeta a través de la imagen, la moda y el diseño, transmitirles esa pasión que
tengo y lo mejor tener la atención de cada uno de ustedes, sin dudarlo ha sido una
grata experiencia ! Hoy lo celebro y también lo agradezco.
Un gran propósito es no solo continuar escribiendo para
ustedes, sino seguir embelleciendo este espacio dedicado al disfrute de cosas
seguramente efímeras, frívolas para otr@s;
pero que hacen de la vida justamente un disfrute, a veces para muchos hasta
pecaminoso.
Fénix
Happy Birthday !!!
PD. Recuerden compartir las publicaciones a través de las
redes sociales, también agradezco de antemano siempre sus comentarios,
enriquecen este Blog.
When your gone it feels like, my whole worlds gone with you l thought love would be my cure but now its my disease i try to act mature but I'm a baby when you leave how can i ever get used to being without you
baby, baby, baby, baby in my addictive when i need you here all the time and I'm not sure if this is healthy is it a sickness cos i feel like I'm losing my mind
and i know that theres no medicine nothing i can take, no remedy baby please stay
When your gone it feels like, my whole worlds gone with you I thought love would be my cure but now its my disease (my disease) i try to act mature but I'm a baby when you leave how can i ever get used to being without you
Ohh Ohh baby, baby, baby i get a fever just the thought of you leaving my side Ohh Ohh its not the same till your back holding me that’s all I need
When your gone it feels like (when your gone baby) my whole worlds gone with you (gone with you) I thought love would be my cure but now its my disease (my disease) i try to act mature but I'm a baby when you leave how can i ever get used to being without you
Heres what I'm going through when your gone some serious symptoms of withdrawal so sick of turning in my bed waking up drenched in a cold sweat lying here lonely for you what am i suppose to do when im stuck and i cant get enough of your love
Ohh Ohh baby
When your gone it feels like (when your gone baby) my whole worlds gone with you (gone with you) I thought love would be my cure but now its my disease (my disease) i try to act mature but I'm a baby when you leave how can i ever get used to being without you.
