I am coloring the stars So you will fly really high... There is an essence of thought That craves the perfume of your lungs That misses the cotton in your voice. Like a wall or a ghost, I will wait for my mistakes To don't kick on my face. I will encapsulate the moon in a poem 7 million of sunrises in a bottle I will wash my pain in a rainbow Until my soul is crystalline Until the color of my heart Matches the color of your hands Until I remember who I was...