It is the sensation of having shared with you, half life,

what forces me to have my throat, contained.

I love each letter that you send without putting on any disguise

I don't understand that people hallucinate

to me naked I like you more

of you sentences so sincere will be born...

that in them he/she could live...

you will always write me so sincere

that your letter will be able to caress...

I not even know you

but I know that I can be your friend

because you have taken down a star

of the slam that you gave

to go with me

and although aveces looks

to be very far is here.

the music that I make

I want that you know it he/she was born of you.

you give me the force

to continue making of the mud my road

I know that I owe you so much,

when I see you singing whispers, to voice in scream

if you are listening to me

and you think that you are not anything for me

it puts again my song and I say it again

of you sentences so sincere will be born...

that in them he/she could live...

you will always write me so sincere

that your letter will be able to caress...