Have you noticed her?
Sometimes, I think someone...

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

The missing does not come in tears.
it does not come like an ache between the chest...

Like everyone who grew up
in abusive atmospheres do...

They all speak of her
like...

As I whipped some mayonaise
on to a loaf of bread...

This heart is broken
and useless...

I keep thinking about you,
I keep thinking about your country...

Its the vulnerability that comes when you realize...
I was another girl once, and I didn't truly like...

This lust for life
of mine...

I know lonliness more
than anyone I have ever...

My mother has no diplomas,
doesn't speak more than the Spanish language...