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.
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
como el pájaro canta sin proponérselo porque sí
yo que todo me atraviesa todo me lastima a veces quisiera ser
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