Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña.
My head is full of fire and grief and my tongue runs wild, pierced with shards of glass.
I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
