Growing up is learning to say goodbye.

 

Everything started very far away from home, I loved walking on your arm through the city streets and having coffee in any terrace. Only coffee, and in a terrace. It's all about addictions, you know: my three or four, or five daily coffees and anti-tobacco law. And just now that I was beginning to be addicted to you, your shirts, your surfboard, your iPhone.. everything ends up, but everything remains intact in a thousand pieces but fails to break. 

2010

2011

   And as you said,  I am a capricious. You, you, I need, I want.. but it is always tough, we forgot to keep adding.

Bipolar.

You call me at 3 because you want to change the tone of the room, that you are sick of gray, that you want to die suddenly. This is what happens lately. And when I get there you ask me out, and a taxi is waiting for us, and the world is accelerating.






Hundred-thousand bars spinning, you and me in this wheel, pictures of a night in photo-thugs.
 






You don't understand that I can't follow you. You want to move, live near the sea. I remember that you said we were different. I must be a kamikaze and I still hope you come back.

#2

I remember you with your new dress, when everyrhing seemed to be perfect.

I know that we are young, and I know you may love me but I just can't be with you like this anymore.