It is the sensation of having shared with you, half life,
what forces me to have my throat, contained.
I love each letter that you send without putting on any disguise
I don’t understand that people hallucinate
to me naked I like you more

of you sentences so sincere will be born…
that in them he/she could live…
you will always write me so sincere
that your letter will be able to caress…

I not even know you
but I know that I can be your friend
because you have taken down a star
of the slam that you gave
to go with me
and although aveces looks
to be very far is here.
the music that I make
I want that you know it he/she was born of you.
you give me the force
to continue making of the mud my road
I know that I owe you so much,
when I see you singing whispers, to voice in scream
if you are listening to me
and you think that you are not anything for me
it puts again my song and I say it again

of you sentences so sincere will be born…
that in them he/she could live…
you will always write me so sincere
that your letter will be able to caress…