It's all about writing, buddy.

He could not speak. His eyes feasted on her, and he thought that he would like to stand and look at her forever, and that would be enough. ...

Juego a tejer hilos de imposible con la firme intención de que terminen conviertiéndose en alfombra voladora. Vaya estupidez. Estoy condena...

Supongo que es un buen momento para escribir. No se por qué, pero así es como lo siento. Escribo sin ton ni son alguno, sin norte, sin sur....

Al revés, o no. ¿Qué más da?

I thought up words to say I wrote them down for her sake Never did she ever complain Yeah she’s seen my worst da...

It's weird, and crazy, and wild. And I love it.

She blushed and so did he. She greeted him in a faltering voice, and he spoke to her without knowing what he was saying. - Voltaire

"But I wouldn't kiss anyone who doesn't burn me like the sun."

I know it's crazy, so fuckin' crazy indeed. But I don't care. It burned me like the sun.