Olores que adormecen pensamientos. Solventes ficticios.
Copas desmedidas y desnudas. Volver en el tiempo.
So this is it. So this is shift.
Disímiles labios tocan un mismo nombre y formamos fluctuantes consecuencias.
El papel protagónico lo llevamos todos. Es nuestro propio film. El papel del villano también.
Y actores de reparto, comparto.
A master piece.
Hey you. I'm glad to hear your voice. And I'm sorry I've only got good news.
It's been so fucking tough over here.
It's been so soft sometimes. I must admit.
No es mas que un intercambio de estados, de un ¿cómo estás? explicado,
cuando dejamos de usar el traje de las expectativas sentimentales.
I used to think that you were so weak and fragile, and for that I made myself fragile too.
Just for you.
Now I think I'm stronger. I don't owe this strength to anyone.
I've realised I can't type in your own book. I can't change anything that is not mine...
I let myself go that night. And in that way I said goodbye to some old shared pages.
Hablemos de cuerpos ahora, de una piel suspendida y momentos sin duda.
Hablemos de como la mañana nos pone la ropa de nuevo,
y curiosamente como la luna te las quita.
It felt strange, stranger. Te conozco creo, pero también intuyo.
There's no need to define sensations.
Cientos de lunas consoleadas para darme cuenta.
Que las cosas suceden con un perfecto desorden.
No me siento culpable por mi suerte. One moment... Is it luck?
My fears are still here with me, next to me but we're getting along much better.
Going to that dark place and staying for a while made me realize that is actually not too black.
It is in fact too bright.
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