Hear... HERE.
there's a cat outside my door...
I remember when we used to play...
streets were puuddles spitting gravel...
Lids hug each other;
this type of love makes one dream...
To live is to breathe
as to breathe is to inhale then to exhale...
Some times, it’s hard to breath the idea
that the sky is grey. It used to be as blue...
As I walk the streets,
and as the sunsets...
One day, the Dust said to a Broom,
“Love, sweep me off the floor...
The town I grew up
had an oasis of hypocrites...
When I'm alone I think of you, my love.
You are my memory, my credit card...
Can i tell you something?
There are days i fear my heart will stop beating...
sometimes
i imagine a leaf detached from a branch...
At a bar, just as on TV, the crowd cheers as an...
all his opponents, shoots at the basket from the...