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

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

Tes yeux sont le seul ciel capable d’arrêter mes pluies.

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...

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.

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

Autumn winds in the morning Flowing through my flesh and bones… Autumn winds after a scorching sum… Cleaning away the ashes of what it… Autumn winds renewing the earth

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

Like grey skies announcing a comin… I’m fearing the news of your parti… Unsuccessfully trying to shelter m… From the devastating phenomenon... I won’t see you go. I havent got…

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

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…

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

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

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…