It must have been some
type of witch craft, some...

I never wanted to be a charity case,
to be loved out of pity, and not out of will...

I sometimes wonder
why Saturday nights always...

I'm moving forward, my love.
I finally can say, that my days are...

Though they often cut like swords
I am really no good with words...

Happiness is an immature man.
he comes often around, promising...

She said :
"your hands always smell like coconuts...

They say perfection
doesn't exist but...

Lord,
let rain pour over me...

Is where I crave to be,
in a pretty town, home to all...

Two nights ago,
I became that girl...

La leona is hungry,
I know what she wants...