“spirtually and passionately alive”
*My words fail to paint the picture of a memory from San Pedro Sula that’s locked in my heart forever*
The rain pitters softly in the still darkness
Slowly soaking a city that’s still struggling to be
In a world where people are still struggling to live
But I’m inside, here, calm and still with you
Like raindrops on the window
Your fingers fall on the black and whites
And while nothing in this world is black and white
One sweet moment our love seems black and white
The rain, the notes melt together in melody
And your voice dances over them in a whisper
with your lips pressed softly against my ear
my heart sings along with your midnight serenade
Like raindrops on the window
Your fingers fall on the black and whites
And while nothing in this world is black and white
One sweet moment our love seems black and white
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You may yourself, as an artist, develop the game of your life and lend it animation.
— , Steppenwolf
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