The day is ready to be filled with rain
And I was born to be a ray amongst the storm...

Mis poemas se transforman en suenos, suenos...
----------- Translation...

There's something, something,
something about you...

Have you ever felt lost? Not the type of lost...
I mean the type of lost where while you type, you...

I wish to draw a line,
not one that divides...

As they form,
if you listen carefully, you will hear the waves...

White
candles...

as winds whisper secrets to thirsty pines
branches sway excitedly from side to side...

You said her skin was the ocean
you would gladly swim in...

What on Earth? A rain drop on my hand
A gift from Heaven itself!? Oh wait...

Open your mind
Like you open a book...

One long night...
and these books...