Writing a new script

The new song? It is so good that I can´t sing it anymore…
Now all is different I mean it is the same…
The name?
I can´t say you …
I can´t say you which destiny in his pocket…
I don´t believe in predictions…

I don´t believe in such… only I hope he will accept to come with me to the Park in pijamas...

Sobre la marcha un licor de . . .

El amor por lo que fue bello,

la ceniza que puja adentro

alberga un aliento que abre camino.

La cobardía es de hombres,

no de Amantes.