Lloro por ti cada amanecer.

Cada vez que hoy tocar y no eres tú.

Cada vez que siento que alguien me oye automáticamente pienso

que eres tú, porque eres el único que me ha sabido oír, el único que ha echo

por hacerme feliz, el único de ellos. 

Te quiero

Ahora.

Es como si quisiera gritar.
Como si dentro tuviese una agonía más grande que el corazón.
Como si necesitara respirar tan hondo... que me cargue el aire.
Como si necesitara algo.
Como si me fuese a volver loca. 

Vivir.

Me gustaría sentir el tacto de una gota cuando cae sobre una hoja.
El filo de un cuchillo cuando se clava en una mesa de madera antigua y podrida.
El olor a mandarinas, como bien dice Zahara.
Me gustaría ser diminuta para sentir el sonido de un dedo deslizándose por una barandilla
mojada, húmeda y oxidada.
El sonido que hace tu dedo, las ondas que crea tu dedo cuando pasas silenciosamente
el dedo por mi espalda.
Me gustaría sentirte a ti.
Y ya te siento.

Ride.

I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night, I fell asleep with visions of my self dacing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them
were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful
poet but, upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like
a millon stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again sparkling and broken.
But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted
and then losing it to know found out what i had been doing, how I had been living,
they asked me why. But there's no use in talking to people who have home, the have
no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie
head.

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral
compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that
was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.
And if I said that I didn't plan for it to turn out this way, I'd be lying, because I was
bor to be the other woman. I belonged to no one, who had nothing, who wabted
everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that
terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about, and pushed me to a nomadic
point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I'd find my people, and finally I did, on the open road.
We had nothing tolose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make
our lives a work, of art.
Live fast, die young. Be wild. And have fun.
I belive in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever.
- I believe in the kidness of strangers. And when I'm at war with myself, I ride.
I just ride.

Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created
a life for yourself where you're free to experience them? I have.

I am fucking crazy, but I am free.

My body electric.

Hey, Lolita, hey! 

Caes como un dominó rendida ante mis pies.

Piensas que no lo sé, pero es así.

Y cuando amaneces a mi lado

preguntas si seré tuya toda la noche.

¿Toda la noche? 

Ni hablar.

Seré tuya por el resto de nuestras vidas.

Comatose.

Haces que todo sea jodidamente

astromántico.

Vamos a llenarnos de nebulosas por el resto de nuestras vidas, por el resto de universos, ¿vale?

Tonight the world die.

Save me.