I'm not for pre-fixes;
The Moon, Indecisive
Can the moon, indecisive, make the whole world?
The Sky Goes Wonderful
The apple pie. The chocolate.
This Bay Window
Will I be absolved to keep the memories?
For Pablo, For You
I love you like a plant that does not bloom.
The sad you want to stay.
Being too empty, being too full of Love, for something too far away.