A short vacation turns into a day that reminds me of all the promises left in my mouth, because everything has drifted away by the force of the stormy sea.
Every day I pray that there will be no day, only night.
Let me fall asleep in a dream where someone is sleeping, listening to the sound of their heart every night, listening to the words that used to be the message before going to bed. But what I wish for in the past is not to let them come here, where we used to make love again. Everything is like the light of a tamarind tree that shines for a moment and then disappears, leaving only the darkness that can not be understood.