Betrayal is like a sharp knife. You can not heal the wounds that i… The one your heart one chooses, th… You lick and lick the opened wound… Betrayal is the most oldest way of…
You oh dammed. Never mind of that stupid game. This life is so great to be wasted… on that stupid little face. I am not sorry to say goodbye.
No, it’s not you it’s me. Me, the one that can hold on to th… Me, the one that loves you to the… No, it’s not you at all. It’s me.
What else is out there if everyone… This time of mistery, the uncertai… Dear is the past now, that shows u… This momentum right here. They say, you say, I say and all…
They had to lock them up in order… They needed to see the light. They needed to seek the truth. They needed to see themselves. Dear friend you,
I can’t give up just know. I can’t. This time I will rise, this time I can’t back down. This heart have been on hold,
Dónde block my way with your profa… Instead help me to pick up my piec… Don’t be like that butter on the b… I will make it, don’t block me. Step aside from my path.
I’ve been in a dark place, with no moonlight, in a furious river, in the deepest ocean. Yes, I’ve been there, where all I am was forgotten, wrecked apart. My eyes had felt the open pipe...
Se ha opacado la lumbre, cómo mirar el alba con este vacío inerte, contigo venciendo el abatimiento de los años. Tú obra magistral en este gran teatro, nos evoca a emitir, la última ova...
He gave her the sky in a glance. She loved him even when he did’nt… He gave her all he could, from the silver moon, to the sweet surprise.
What are you? Who are you? Maybe just a ray of sunshine tryin… What tell me, you are so stubbornly perfect that…
Wait for me up there, but wait. I’ll be entering that space where… I’m looking for you as I know you… Hold on, I’m walking, enyoing my… This has been a journey of loosing…
This is the last time we spend tog… Let me tell you some things, my lo… before you go... ripping my heart. You never knew that smell of yours in the morning, made me crazy,
How the heavens cry about this spa… I wonder, oh my dear I wonder, wh… Maybe it lingers in the past, mayb… The despair of being me right now… I wasn’t going to look and you mad…
Art does not mean perfection. Is an expression of truth. The soul speaks, the heart screaming, for the justice it needs.
