Many quarrels end
with rocks being bashed...
If i could see behind your silver
Your prism of refracted colors...
All you nice sweet words
That's trapped in my pencil...
My life is valued
I can be a draw...
Turn left, turn right, go ahead
How many turns I took I did not count...
Diamonds
can be found in...
Spanish.
Cuando todos los dioses caen muertos...
She's two weeks postpartum
No you cannot tell...
You are my destiny,
my truth, my life...
She might be old
with a sagging skin...
When you feel that you are not enough,
For your dreams...
She sheeds her colorful foliage
One by one they fall abroad...