I can't listen to you. I can't listen to your voice. It's as though I'd drunk a bottle of anise and fallen asleep wrapped in a quilt of roses. It pulls me along - and I know I'm drowning - but I go on down.
Tambien yo quiero dejarte si pienso como se piensa. Pero voy donde tu vas. Tu tambien. Da un paso. Prueba. Clavos de luna nos funden mi cintura y tus caderas.