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