A writer
pens a book...

Her head was a race against the clock
speeding thoughts to one o'clock...

And it is true, that if tomorrow
the oceans go dry...

The day is ready to be filled with rain
And I was born to be a ray amongst the storm...

Mis poemas se transforman en suenos, suenos...
----------- Translation...

May be I'm a torrent
Some sort of stream...

pirouetting, dancing
skating through thin ice...

"I know, the tides from oceans are rising...
Soon, tsunamis will have us breathing under...

Before you sleep or close your eyes,
let's come outside to watch the fireflies...

You said her skin was the ocean
you would gladly swim in...

What on Earth? A rain drop on my hand
A gift from Heaven itself!? Oh wait...

if I were that little boat
sailing alone in the ocean blue...