But after all, what does he want?
"The truth of the matter is that—by an exorbitant paradox—I never stop believing that I am loved. I hallucinate what I desire. Each wound...
Hoy los olivos duermen pero yo no duermo...
Desde que el agua es libre Libre entre manantiales, vive Jazmines han llorado Yo no comprendo Como en tus ojos niña Solo hay desierto...
Letter to a friend.
The first city is made of music. They called it Hardlings. Music is the only thing that could support all that city, things like sky and...
Military Police - all objects included
TP to the shop
I feel your fists
I was lying in my bed last night Staring at a ceiling full of stars When it suddenly hit me I just have to let you know how I feel We...
