I’ve held this love for you like a wounded bird
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.
ya no espero nada pero a veces los días me sorprenden y te vuelvo a recordar tu voz
Do not think black today Think deep brilliant amber Do not think of what was left behind. Instead, see the beauty there is
for many days you followed me as I walked back home
como el pájaro canta sin proponérselo porque sí
yo que todo me atraviesa todo me lastima a veces quisiera ser
Soñé con el mar, ese espacio entre lo que está y lo que se va Soñé con un lugar en penumbras