At some point there are questions we must ask ourselves. We are aware of the responses, much more than we would like to be, but I guess they materialize would be far more destructive than our silent complicity.
I'm home again. I guess to stay, although not what I want most right now. The lives that cross left before my departure is come repeatedly firing grounds whenever my feet on this side of the Atlantic. I guess
want everything is fixed. Funny, I also wish the same, that everything is fixed, although my view of things arranged is different from yours. Quique
sings "And I saw you dancing in the rain", and I keep running away ... this time the questions whose answers I already know .... If you wonder how is my wonderful stay in Boise ... .... as traumatic as my back .... terrified of being drowned out by those lives cross that push me to the ground ...! For now, do not you see that there is light at the bottom of my heart?
