I die to take some photos of Berlin (the place where I live at the moment) but my camera is broken! I think that's what hell feels like!
These streets feel empty without you,
coffee gets bitter, blood gets cold,
and the sun doesn't shine quite the same,
and southern winds sing nobody's song.
Just make a wish, spread your arms,
close your eyes and we're back fine
Te quiero, Barcelona
He vuelto a ser transparente
Y no existo más
"You asked me about my inspirations
You won't be suprised If I tell ya
What I see it comes from my emotions
From my fear, my love wide as ocean
From your side, your warmth and touching feeling
From your smile, your absence always killin'
From whole life, from all strange situations
From my people, from all my education"
Your home is where your heart is
And my heart is by the people I love