I wonder if the world's alive
If what we touch is real...
She needs to tell me her newly-born truth
as if I could accept the unacceptable...
When I look at how freedom is so skewed,
I say to myself, is it any wonder that our hearts...
When you have an idea of what you want to...
What I believe is
that money do ruin morals...
The woman you loved -
has no past, since she was born...
Paranoia,
becomes security...
Despite all sweet rain -
that the sky pours to the sea...
Many an hour I have spent
with eyes glued to some book...
Somebody told me -
offer him another chance...
We treasure pleasure ,yet don't stare into the sun...
to praise any star as if it were the only one...
Nobody could visit Pablo Neruda's house
after his death in Isla Negra...