One day I'll wake up from
a deep sound sleep, stretch in my bed...

You can't hate your country.
You think you do...

Mud on the doormat,
wind rushing...

Let me tell you
about the struggle...

I wish my skin was a couple of
shades whiter, so you could sympathize...

Has the mirror always
looked this bulbous and greasy...

You know the moment: this ominous
second of quiet that follows the...

Every night, her
nostrils search for...

Here, the night is calm, Marry.
The masses of stars and clouds are...

You are waves of guilt,
looking unsullied and sky blue...

Heading for the Southern Coast
to spend a day with family...

I'm selfish
when it comes to you...