Love, How Many Roads To Obtain A

Conspirators In Pajamas Who Exchange Deep Kisses For Passwords.

In What Language Does Rain Fall Over Tormented Cities?

We Are Dust And To Dust Return. In The End We're Neither Air, Nor Fire, Nor Water, Just Dirt, Neither More Nor Less, Just Dirt, And Maybe Some Yellow Flowers.

About Me, Nothing Worse They Will Tell You, My Love, Than What I Told You

Whom Can I Ask What I Came To Make Happen In This World? Why Do I Move Without Wanting To, Why Am I Not Able To Sit Still? Why Do I Go Rolling Without Wheels, Flying Without Wings Or Feathers, And Why Did I Decide To Migrate If My Bones Live In Chile?