Me ha olvidado decirte que nuestro amorNo tiene que ser fantasticalTiene que ser…
To the Mighty Atlas
I walked,
Eyeing the water springs on top.
I left at dawn.
The mountain was a blueprint
On a ruby backdrop
When I pour a little more,From the pot into my cup of tea,It's because feelings become words a little more,From my head into the way my heart see,
As I take more and more sips, I pen down even more,The love affair of the silent early morning…
