Memento The shelter,The harbor,The home,The heartfelt warmthWeaving through marrow and bone,Undulating softness like no otherIn the lulling of a song,The voice of the mother. Live Hues I’m raining backwards in the morning She is the rainbow; how do I reach her Sunbeams entwine with rain...
Contigo el sol nunca se pone Eyes! Are all you need; Oceans collide and tides abide, Within your gaze, Your gaze of sapphire blue. What power do you possess, that.
FLOWER ON THE WALL I get upfrom the filthy bedand crawluntil I hit a wall,Sittingand leaning on it,my feverish bodyshakes violentlyprotesting,of how coldthe walls to my back,but it is somehowsoothing,it.