Retrospectiva...

I have been searching your eyes for half a day

behind of the door

Why do we ever have to cry alone
when thats not what I thought of life in heaven

People don´t understand all the stars
arround they live

fall in the ocean hole that this is not the same ambicion
for all the strange people


una vez más

tiempo atras pense en morir

y tus manos me jalaron, tus manos me jalaron
porque tus ojos jamas me olvidaron