Something unexpected happened to her:
she was growing old...

Extra extra read all about me:
I cast my not-knowingness...

My hair is black and
wild like my blood...

He gently disintegrated
listening to a tango...

He touched my hand, saying
the Sufis believed that the space...

Soren, my love,
it is not easy to endure...

I beg time to stay:
Bebel Gilberto is singing Simplesmente...

You look down on her
as she dares to be herself...

Those eyes behind the mirror
are like cameras watching me...

It scares me sh**less
what I feel when I feel nothing...

I have a secret to tell:
I am glued to this world...

You ask me
what I will miss the most...