The worst is when you love someone,
as more than just a friend...

Not, 15 years out of the womb,
a boy's best friend lay in his tomb...

I wake up and I'm feeling drowsy,
already assuming my day will be lousy...

So many questions,
nobody wants to hear them...

Climb up my mountain.
Please, come sit and talk with me...

The tears that fall upon this page will no sooner...

All I desire,
is an autonomous life...

Staring between window and chairs,
sits a women with dog shaped hair...

I wonder what Martin would think,
if he took a look at our generation...

Like Cyrano and his nose,
I have many insecurities...

Baa baa black sheep deep within my soul,
clouded by the soot, emitted by the coal...

Crackles
heard from afar...