como el pájaro canta sin proponérselo porque sí

for many days you followed me as I walked back home

ya no espero nada pero a veces los días me sorprenden y te vuelvo a recordar tu voz

how strange it was when the lights ahead were fading and we treasured pure words to get lost in the silence

Do not think black today Think deep brilliant amber Do not think of what was left behind. Instead, see the beauty there is

Soñé con el mar, ese espacio entre lo que está y lo que se va Soñé con un lugar en penumbras

Last night I was with him must have been a dream, I guess We had a little conversation about the books we’d read. Seven years, I said softly.