From the deep, I am taking relentlessly all my love to you. Think of it as waves.
Like a breeze I touch you, light and easy...
...And my memories expand like a universe. My finger connects the shiny dots, and I see the constellations. I name them, from my window.
In my soul, I keep them all.
The dots are the threads, the words, the dreams, the songs, the gestures, the moments. Each one, one star.
Know this, my morning star: without a compass, you might be my only north.
In my soul, I keep them all.
The dots are the threads, the words, the dreams, the songs, the gestures, the moments. Each one, one star.
Know this, my morning star: without a compass, you might be my only north.
Sándalo Naranja
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