Bitter sweetness

Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.

We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.

There are countries, there are rivers, in your eyes, my country is your eyes,

But my words become stained with your love. You occupy everything, you occupy everything.

Art exists because life is not enough.

Me basta mirarte para saber que con vos me voy a empapar el alma.

To feel you in my veins like God in the rivers

I want so much that is not here and I do not know where to go.

You asked the part of me I kept hidden. It was every softness I didn’t give them,

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you.

If you fall, I’ll pick you up, if not, I will lay down with you.