Finca Magdalena grown
beans roasted fresh pick'd...

Sunshine, see the moon
high, yellow and waning...

Never did you promise love to guaranty tomorrow.
Shameful guilt burns my face for idiocy tomorrow...

Every solution carries
its own set of new problems...

Cool
humble...

Leaves crunch underneath the snow,
sounding my approach, she turns...

As I dressed, sneaked occasional glances
at Rosaura standing before her mirror...

We call Raja our vampire cat:
he comes to us only in the night...

See the highland sheep graze in the fields
scattering when the engineer...

Rosaura
tells me the truth...

Go to the mailbox for me
just open it up and look...

When I was 13 I lied about my age
to get a job at the theater...