I could write of you,
of how much I miss you...

Just as we cannot keep the glance steady for long...
We cannot even stand for long the proportions of...

It's true that I like you,
but not as much as I enjoy the company of your...

For along time I have called
it is true that I have failed...

Each half of the world holds up the other but what...
There is still beauty...

The very best of my life
is blowing like wind...

Dark nights has turned bright
sleepless nights has turned to be forcible...

Use your own hand for a pillow.
The sky uses clouds...

My walls, my insanity, my passion in the night...
That's why I don't go adoring curtains...

When I see you cry,
I'm afraid of telling lies...

I looked deep and straight into my own eyes
where the reflection of my childhood hanged in the...

The emptiness that resided in my heart,
which held a big sign displaying...