Enterra mi corazón, por favor.
Y cantaré para ti.


A ambos usted y ti: The future is sill unknown, and I have lost my direction. Lost, in the swirling spiritual world, and off-balanced. And I can't know it better that nobody is there to guide me, or you. I shall not pray for anything, for I don't know what I am looking for, and you shall smile a sad, resigned smile at my fragmented sentences and thoughts. Fate does not grant the power to control, neither to you, nor to me. Therefore I pale, in this summer night. And you? It's a frail Spring in the middle of its course, coming to an end, although I subconsciously wish it eternal. Oh eternality cannot be promised. We are too aware of this. Tenderly you cast your untouchable shadow into my heart, and thus I learn the hymn. A song without proper lyrics, despite the mesmerizing melody. So here we are, you unseeing, I unseen. You wandering lonely, I gazing at you, trying to read your heart. But you give me that incomprehensible look, and both of us turn away, leaving the distance in between. A dream repeated and remembered time after time stretches itself into darkness. Into an state of unknowingness and forlornness. You are not a fairytale, and heroism does not last. Reality announces its ultimate coronation when Dream shrinks. So who's the loser, who's the ruler. Not you, not me. Let us wait and see. Best wishes.