Someone loves passion.
I wrote lovesongs to make that someone.
Passioned.
It went the opposite way.
Lost in a rainforest without the drops, dry as hell.
Or, maybe, if I could record it once agian and
then reverse
reverse
You would breath deeper and talk louder.
The quality would be better.
It wieghs more
to have lost that action in presence time
knowing that maybe that record could make
me cry.
Teardrops.
Make the rain to the forest.
Let everything be as it has to be.
If i could hear you once.
More.