Grey days holding into a coming cloud, an ephemeral brake that never wanted to mean anything, that kept me breathing underwater... Where do you accomplish all these bullshite instigated by alien dreams?, where my dust skin means nothing, and your sins my indulge, this life a well spiced Rum with two cubs of ice awaiting for you in a hot day in front of the ocean, in front of tides that try to teach, in front of a vast distance that keeps you away from...yourself, if you walk straight line around the world, you will always be chasing and running from your shadows, negating your demons, accepting limits and borders... And then we want love, when we try find ourselves around the world, instead of letting the world find ourselves around itself... And we want love, so we look for it desperately, with blue-face, sweaty hands, and an infinite lack of cuddles that whisper to every part of our bodies when we sleep at night. One day, when we enjoy around, instead of looking around, love might find us, abruptly, and our hearts will open that door again... One day I will also listen to my silly words, meanwhile I will walk, I will go, till I have to stop, till someone makes me stop, because after all this rain, sucker punches, stupidity, disappointments and immaturity, I have healed, and Im ready to love again, and I know now that I will always heal, and that I will always love... No matter what...