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

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

Je me lève de mon linceul humide Je cherche l’air, l’esprit, la vie… Je te cherche toi, Peut être de l’autre côté de la po… Tu m’attends.

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

Recette pour un long amour : prenez toutes les papillons que vous avez a l’estomac a chaque fois que vous la voyez, et que son visage et tout son corps s’illumine au contact de vos rega...

If by chance life gives you wings, use them to sail across the bay. The extensive field of green blue… adorned with gems of steel and con… offers a crown to the queen City

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...

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

Every corner of this city beautifu… reminds me of something I want to relive. Every blue sky has a golden line, every soft green shrub, a new begi…

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 random happiness of Two by twos A drunken scape, A passionate kiss. The crime’s not solved

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

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