Song nº9

"And my feeling burns
Emanating from my fingers
I'm not gonna be there"

After the Storm

I will die alone and be left there.
Well I guess I'll just go home,
Oh God knows where.
Because death is just so full and mine so small.
Well I'm scared of what's behind and what's before.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

Nos vemos, Quintín, y me recibirás alzando tu bastón con una sonrisa pura y limpia, como siempre.

 

Wait in the fire

Alphonse Mucha: mucha clase

Forest

The Night

I can see the hollow

........................................................................................................and I fall down.