Weeks and months and years too late

I never appreciated lightness. It's as if it passed by me with my approval. It was unbearable to me. I let it move on and I searched for a weight to place upon myself. That's where I fell, where I sank beneath it all those times, over and over again. Now it is time to piece together the burdens and then take them apart so I can one day breathe again and surrender to the unbearable lightness of being. This is what my downfall was. I always wanted more.

Porque también somos lo que hemos perdido.

The sky out there is so beautiful tonight

Did you see the crescent moon?
It's like the grin on the cheshire cat
That girl's looking so mischevious
Why's she smiling like that?

Things I Wish

I hope I don't later feel like I missed out

When I was ________, I loved a _________ named _______
I wish I could ________ _____ now
It'd be so much better now

Ghost town

It's all you thought it would be and all it never was.

Mountains in Chicago

And it's only getting better.

I don't think

I have ever seen a sky this beautiful.

But for now, we are young, let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see

Let the world collapse and die
It's sinking deeper in your eyes
And I will sing a sweet surprise for no one

Let the world collapse and swallow
All the love she'll hold tomorrow
And I will shield and I will follow no one

And I'm all screwed up
But I feel all right
Sinking deeper all the time
Inside a hole deep in my mind
But I love you, I love you
More than life

Let the world collapse and fold
It gave me no, nothing at all
And I will shield and I will fall for no one

Let it sink and let it shudder
All the words that I will mutter
In hopes your love will soon discover no one

And I'm all screwed up
But I feel all right
Sinking deeper all the time
Inside a hole deep in my mind
But I love you, I love you
Oh, I love you, yes, I love you
Oh, I love you
More than life

More than life
More than life
More than life

April

is coming...

Reviens-moi

Tu partiras mieux comme ça.

My hands have taken much from yours

The river that flows
Will never freeze

Touch my hair
Breathe the scent
And sink into the sand

Ghetto superstar

That is what you are.

I was a little off last week,

but things are pretty much back on track.

To see your beautiful face

Sunken eyelids, cluttered heads
We've smiled over their disgrace.

You're beautiful

like a canary.

You

would...