La tortura no es verte en todas pa… La tortura es que me singularices… Otra flecha... y otra mas... mi co… malaventurado San Sebastián.

It’s so fast, Death. So painful. No goodbyes. It has the will and determination of a decision we could never take.…

if we were lovers unafraid lovers we will build whole worlds of things to remember Build me a memory

It is not because we start to with… The roses of the first instants st… The first heartache still pinch us… The first kiss, The first love.

So many things wasted, purchased, enjoyed for a while and then, cast aside. But all the gold and treasures in the world cannot buy a kind look, a smile, and the time you dedicate to ano...

I miss you more when I want to sh… A sunset, a joke, A verse, a reading about love and lost love…

In the city transfixed by fear Lovers whisper to each other desp… And like in the famous painting They kiss through a veil of oblivi… That we may see another day

In the end, what kills you Is not the great machinations of t… But the small battles of your own… And the soul shrivels And the heart follows the painless…

Behind the arcanes that govern our… There is a silver line of hope about returns and encounters. Still, your eyes hesitate, as do y… To surrender, to let go, to exist…

I see my foolishness in others, A translucent absurdity of chances… And I’m ashamed. You reached out to me, And I was blind,

Left on the shore Crying Like a child lost in the crowd Longing for ghosts and illusions Buried in the fog

I want you to miss me As your name pierce my soul with s… every time I think of you I want you to want me To drink me, to breathe me

If you ask me for a kiss In the middle of a crowd Or you ask me for a kiss In the middle of nowhere Chances are it’ll be the same

Blue on blue and the stench of blu… Happy, friendly faces, Desperate inside, And the thought of you, A sad memory,