I Hope The Exit Is Joyful And

I Love You More Than My Own Skin.

I Want A Storm To Come And Flood Us Into A Song That No One Wrote.

I Don’t Like The Gringos At All. They Are Very Boring And All Have Faces Like Unbaked Rolls.

My Blood Is A Miracle That, From My Veins, Crosses The Air In My Heart Into Yours.

I Paint My Own Reality.