She said -c`mon boy, tell me what you're thinking now, don't be shy.
He said -alright i'll try... well the stars up in the sky, and the leaves in the trees, all the broken bits that make you trip up and grassy bits inbetween, all the matter in the world is how much i like you.
She said -what?
He said -let me try and explain again... right, birds can fly so high and they can shit on your head, they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared, but when you look at them and you see that they're beautiful, that's how i feel about you .


I don't know if you know what it is like to want to be someone else, to not want to look like you look, to hate your own face and to go completely unnoticed. I have always wanted to be someone else. I have never felt comfortable the way I am. All I want is to be better than myself, to become less ordinary and to find some purpose in this world. It is easier to see things in others, to see things you admire and then try and become that. To own a different face, to dance a different dance, and sing a different song. It is out there waiting for us, inviting us to change. It is time to become who we are not. To change our face and become who we want to be. I think the world is a better place that way.


-No quiero volver a estar loca.
-No dejes que eso pase entonces.
-¿Por qué siempre me contestás con las respuestas más sencillas? Hay más... nada
-No quiero volverme una persona contradictoria. No hay nada, listo. No me volveré loca.
Festejando aniversario
aire y gestos de este año
pasaporte a la humildad.
Inmadura y aumentando
recorriendo el calendario
miles de hojas veo pasar.
No se olviden de mí,
no se dejen caer,
no lo intentes comprender,
el castillo en mí
es de madera y papel
sólo sabe retener.
El instante en que te ví y nunca más
pude contener las ganas de mirar.
Sé que no lo olvidaré
se que no lo olvidarás,
cuando quieras mucho más
búscame en el ayer.