Tes yeux sont le seul ciel capable d’arrêter mes pluies.
Blue on blue and the stench of blu… Happy, friendly faces, Desperate inside, And the thought of you, A sad memory,
I see my foolishness in others, A translucent absurdity of chances… And I’m ashamed. You reached out to me, And I was blind,
The game started well with open he… And then you uttered your plans fo… And I was secretly hoping that th… But somehow, my heart is crunched… And the inkwell is running abundan…
Born from a bloody battle Between Restraint and Pleasure, The blood that flowed was sweet an… Bacchus rescued the carcass, Covered with flowers, fruits, and…
I’m no one’s monster. I walk up and down my own darkness… Enjoying the bleeding freedom Fought and won over the dim light… I’m no one’s pain.
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
I wonder if Einstein, in his hapl… Did compute the time paradox that… When two lovers are away from each… Time do go slower, like an eternit… When you are away from me.
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…
Cuida y protege este castillo de naipes en el que vivimos, Haz perdurar nuestros sueños, emociones y proyectos, líbranos de la monotonía, el desdén, y el miedo que nos acechan cada inst...
It’s so fast, Death. So painful. No goodbyes. It has the will and determination of a decision we could never take.…
Left on the shore Crying Like a child lost in the crowd Longing for ghosts and illusions Buried in the fog
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...
The day started with the most human of feelings: that of our own mortality, through the rituals we arrange for our departed. From that helpless feeling came a hopeful one... and then we...
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.
