Todo es creérselo.

"Ciento cincuenta y una vocal; Cinco y artículo, una flor dan"







Clavel













Such an odd thing
such an odd thing to feel
When in a grave of desperation I got drowned
on thoughts of panic and destruction.

Such an odd thing
such an odd thing to dream of
It hurts your ears, it hurts you heart

How could I save you
It's not in my hands
Not in my hands