It is something I can't tell anyone,
At first I thought it was fun,
Realizing now that I have a problem,
And it pains me to admit the ruin...

Trying to stay in a dream
Curled up in my denying machine
My kingdom for another hour of rest
My responsibilities face a test
And I would rather lay here
Than face the morning mirror

Coco marino, ¿Necesitas de mi cariño?
Tu agua está muy lejos y yo llevo siempre el mío.
Las olas te descoloraron y yo cada vez soy más pálida, pareces mi gemelo.
Alguna vez te quise como metáfora pero estoy impregnada de realismo.

Quiero encontrarte a escondidas,
Quiero comerte a mordidas,
Quiero de almohada tus brazos,
Quiero escucharte los pasos...
Pero a pesar de tanto querer;
Te amo.

Your accusation sounds like a confession.
A generalization disguised by preoccupation.
How do the actions of another become my restriction?
Am I supposed to live in your fiction?
Fear will not lead to our salvation,

Let me lead myself.

Write,
It's such a delight.
Read,
Your mind must feed.
Live,
To gather and give.
Love,
To start from above.

A spectrum of words,
hurled in every direction of the world.
A melody passed down through generations.
Evolving to the tongue
of the old and the young,
Like a song that wants to be sung.
The eternal life of communication.