Think that we're not the only ones
Feel like this skin isn't fully mine
Sometimes i am the lives of others
Otherwise i am no one's life
Understand that even pain has its own lightness.
It must be understood and caressed
A pain for its brightness
The most fragile crystal you could see.

the source of my love
is the same one that it takes me away from you

but it's too close
and I feel it alive
It bounces in all walls of my body

Mother sacrifice
Fix the white canvas in the corner
Too far away to paint
Too close for the mind
There's nothing more to say
She regrets her interrupted dreams
And watching her son realizing them
She paints over the melancholy
of her empty pictures.


Dear Mother,
It is not too late.
There is still so much to paint.

The anemic little girl makes the mannequins blush
she fills her pockets with books
to tear herself away from fake tenderness
from flower lovers

she jumps from hat to hat
and with magic tricks disappears

there's no caustic world
no poison that can pollute the blood
she knows where she doesn't want to stay


to protect herself
     from The All Same