(2015)
What was I in my past lives the air is trying to tell me who I… but the echo in the streets preven… I walk barefoot on the sidewalk hearing a car horn speeding
Nightmares, Lurk behind the corners of my war… From those nights locked away in a… No lights to chase the darkness aw… No kind words to ease the pain
My discovered secret Rarely apprehended To know the real blonde Without the roots revealed She’s the smart one.
Some say that romance is too old f… Flowers and Roses no longer exist… Some say it’s not connected to any… Romance has been digitalized But still today,
I’m sorry I didn’t mean to call y… but I couldn’t fight it I guess I was weak and couldn’t e… and so I surrender just to hear yo… I know how many times I said I’m…
You lied to me: Sendack, Shakespeare, Hugo, Cobain, Pablo The Altruist, Hesse, Fitzgerald The Fanatic, Marley, partly you Sanchez, Garcia, Messy The Obscure, E Tu Hewitt?, Vilma The Qu...
Cancer headed to the road where she waited. The sun was setting into the horizon. Would she finally see him? But after she waited to long she walked and she found Leo waiting for the s...
Keep at it until each of you can’t breathe and it’s hard to tell where you stop and she starts and you don’t know what day it is, or week it is, and you really don’t care. Imagine ways...
a young boy around 8 years-old went to the library and would look through the shelves
It’ good up here I see the stars Smell the people hear the cars Feel the wind rush by my face Quiver to the Moons’ soft embrace Love runs shallow through my veins
Can your past Love forgive me? I… Its a dream, a wish, a pleading fo… Love is patient like the hills, li… like the endless water that flows… Love is kind, like you, the kind t…
Drinking stale coffee burning my tongue I wait... and wait... at another dirty train station
I’m told it’s clothes that make a… But shoes tell richer tales My closet speaks of no skills or p… Far less than fabric bales No shoes from past days
Kneeling before her, his soul is as bare as his flesh, offering his heart... he searches for his path in life, travelling far in his journies, to…
We took a secret walk I took her hand Not knowing the path ahead First dream Along the path we paused