Una Artista sin Comparacion

yo no amo a nadie mas qe ami , solo soy yo no amo otra coasa mas qe a la musica no hago otra cosa qe escribir y cn mi pensamiento le grito al mundo lo qe quiero desir

I wonder… what we should have done. Like the nursery rhyme, we were ‘capable of playing only one song.’ But if… if we had been born in another country… our selves… our bodies… wouldn’t have been like this.

it must be a lonelier journey than anyone could imagine. 
cutting through absolute darkness,
encountering nothing but the occasional hydrogen atom.
flying blindly into the abyss,
believing therein lie the answers to the universe.