They say blood is red,
I so much agree to disagree...

Will tell you something,
something I have always said to myself...

Sometimes the walls of sleep
lie down in the breast...

The bottom of things is neither life nor death.
My proof is...

Might have hurt you,
in so many ways that I have even forgotten how it...

It is true I don't connect emotionally
neither fall in love like puppies...

Open my eyes, Make me see
See the opportunities, flashing before me...

Will tell you something,
something I have always said to myself...

My eyes hurt, a painful reflection,
it's a state of art, my fantastic imagination...

Sing me a love song,
a melody...

I can feel your presence
with grace my heart you fill with unending joy...

Bleeding heart, Bleeding heart
beating in slow motion...