I’ve held this love for you like a wounded bird
how strange it was when the lights ahead were fading and we treasured pure words to get lost in the silence
Soñé con el mar, ese espacio entre lo que está y lo que se va Soñé con un lugar en penumbras
ya no espero nada pero a veces los días me sorprenden y te vuelvo a recordar tu voz
yo que todo me atraviesa todo me lastima a veces quisiera ser
for many days you followed me as I walked back home
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.
Do not think black today Think deep brilliant amber Do not think of what was left behind. Instead, see the beauty there is
