...

i know you must be somewhere

in the shadow of the tree you wanted to erase your name from

in the pavements, staring at the bright lights of a big city

i know you must be somewhere

in the prospects of some hungry lips

in the memories of the sand and the sea

you must be somewhere

i am constantly thinking about you

long time no see (2?)

it,s been a while...

well, after being sent to work to marbella and cuevas de san marcos

after having studied

and having quasi-failed

i,m here again

with almost nothing to say

unintended poetry

as epiphanies in a tooth

and i,m getting on

astray

hopefully somewhere

hopefully

could it be that simply i just don,t want to grow up?

am i pulling off by my fingertips?