not played:
if you do not see it
I think, discover
if I fall, it is not for me (or if) they poured salt
irrepressible, shaking
while believing that I have not grown, but only fleeting
me to believe that now
that are no longer alone ,
definitely am only the ghost
you see between clouds which vanish instantly.
And life goes on, go, go.
"The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" was my
to rid the shoot
believe that my breakdown was the perfect excuse
to serve as a vehicle
and emotion pass.
! Adelanteeee!
