it's difficult to see what's behind that eyes,
some true , pure lies,
their color is charming,
but their pupils areblack, full of lies.
A long time ago a little girl felt in love,
a false love,
because the little boy didn't love her,
but she had hope.
The years passed,
and her hope start to die,
the years passed,
and he didn't see the hope die, because he didn't see her.
It seems to be a new type of cancer,
that never heals,
that never ends,
that brokes your heart.
De sentimientos transformados en ficciones, de historias que nacen de las estrellas para ser plasmadas en letras, de amores imposibles y sueños infinitos, de amores concretados y fantasías deseadas. De lunas, soles y galaxias, aquí escribo lo que me pasa. Formas de expresar para vaciar una cabeza revuelta y llena de olas, provenientes de los mares de los pensamientos y emociones.
