It's nights like these
where I feel like a giddy...

Whirlpools of passion,
Immerse two sweethearts in the...

I know you hate labels
but here, I don't feel cornered...

Grandpa, my eyes will never deny how speechless I
was when seeing how pain wrapped itself around...

Como tus labios, pruebo la diferencia
entre una orquesta del mar y una tierra...

i started a fire
at a nearby pavilion...

Only one bulb is playing its harp....
rims of serenity's lost friend...

I thought this time would be permanent,
not just a dying cell, a subtle wind, or cracks in...

Usually I can name my thoughts, fashion a
stage for my feelings, and direct my footsteps...

I barely remember today
or yesterday...

She is el sol wrapped up in a compact
home where the desert is her backbone...

I engrave
who I wish...