I want this song (but its in Spanish)!
Madness never had a teacher for those who row without a perpetual course.
Taking any other direction so that we don’t tame the horses of exaltation.
Routine shadows the pupils of the eyes which are closed to the joys which are left to us.
Avalanche *4
We need the precious time which you abandon without knowing what the fuck to do with it. We are the food and someone out there is truly hungry.
There is no return to consciousness after the delirium of stormy love.
Avalanche *4
There are still things to do and without movement you brace yourself.
There are still things to say and you don’t speak.
Madness never had a teacher for those who row without a perpetual course.
Death will be the ornament which I will place upon the gift of my life.
The moon exercises strange influences which contradict themselves and there’s no one to decipher.
Avalanche *2
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