Oh lord,
I just wanna feel the love,
the love of her hands and mouth.
But she never know,
I don't wanna be alone.
Nobody likes me,
nobody loves me,
I was rejected all time,
the fear breaks my mind.
I'm still without you,
I hate my fortune.
I just wanna feel the love,
the love of her hands and mouth.
But she never know,
I don't wanna be alone.
Nobody likes me,
nobody loves me,
I was rejected all time,
the fear breaks my mind.
I'm still without you,
I hate my fortune.
Oh lord, I just wanna feel the love, the love of her hands and mouth. But she never know, I don't wanna be alone. Nobody likes me,...



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.