It's true so many flowers bloom with water,
but you do not - you bloom with love, my love...

If our world was to collapse in a clash
would you then hold my hand close to your heart...

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...

I watched as the rain fell drop over drop
on the asphalt of a dusky street...

A lemon split in half, adorns a cup
while aunt Maria pours the tea to mom...

When I'm alone I think of you, my love.
You are my memory, my credit card...

The town I grew up
had an oasis of hypocrites...

Mother,
Yesterday, I hid the sun underneath my tongue...

I
Sometimes...

Let me close my eyes into oblivion
like a forgotten language in the tip of my tongue...

When I look at pictures with an old couple...
I can't help but think of us...