... advances and the reserve of the past calms her down Then they go, or at least they think so They head to the ocean and they leave The love agony was never a bearable landscape Never It hurts too ... inert And leaving is healthy, even with the rancor of dizziness In search of a nice awakening, painting that hair with silver color, still perfumed, dyeing that face with shadows, still loved ... Heading towards the horizon the tears look for the dryness that gives the oblivion, which hollows again that emptiness that allows new abundances, another one but that frightens the...