Game to be you in this room so full of air and close the windows and eyes and I can not throw you more of less, now that I feel so far away that I hope to open their eyes and find you waiting in front of me ... Quito
brick by brick the wall that makes me breathe hard and find less anger in my pores, everyday things matter less, rub in a healed wound and stuck in my body ... I have such a thirst for everything I have left dry my eyes.
playing under the sheets and wake me with an empty kiss my past memories, my life story, my stories for not sleeping ...
I look and try to close the doors of my fears and finally have reason to sleep without nightmares.
has never been anyone to fill but my mind, my world as you ...
You, my bullet in the brain ...
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