Solution to the hearts,
that think they deserve more than they have...

Wish I could print my past on a sheet of paper
Fold it to artistic rose flower and leave it to...

In my sleep, I dreamt of a ship,
Larger not, like a fire pot...

They say they know,
am a spoiled soil...

We are born of emotions, we who have nothing to...
A mirror reflecting our insecurities...

For my hurt goes beyond
the creation theory...

A heart without emotional response to love is of a...

She is but a mere shadow of the reflection locked...
convincing my heart to live the dream and let go...

The world is a tinny ball,
don't try to balance on it, you will end up...

I didn't find the mystical variation of my needs
but still walked past my heartbreaks...

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

Spanish.
Esta noche caigo...