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

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

A thorn buried in the flesh becomes familiar after a while. The pain becomes usual, with an undefined warmth, as you keep dancing,

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.

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...

Elation, Euphory, Your eyes on me, My smile on you. Suddenly, thunderous words.

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 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

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

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…

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

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...

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