Let me see you at the end of my nights,
it is just what I want.
If somebody knows my love,
I want to see your clothes on the floor.
Your kisses makes me feel alive,
you're the greatest secret of my life.
And I really want to be with you everytime.
it is just what I want.
If somebody knows my love,
I want to see your clothes on the floor.
Your kisses makes me feel alive,
you're the greatest secret of my life.
And I really want to be with you everytime.
Let me see you at the end of my nights, it is just what I want. If somebody knows my love, I want to see your clothes on the floor. Your...
Aquí guardo fragmentos de mis días: anécdotas que me han formado, pensamientos que se resisten al silencio, destellos de oraciones que encuentro en los bordes de la rutina.
Escribir, para mí, no es un oficio sino una forma de respirar. Cada texto nace del impulso de entenderme y, tal vez, de reconciliarme con el mundo.
No busco atención o aplausos; solo dejar constancia de lo que alguna vez fui, mientras sigo aprendiendo a mirar con calma.
~./rokck