…The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains…

…we shared Your trembling paw in my hand Dreaming of that northern land Touching me with a kiss of a beast I know my dreams are made of you Of you and only for you Your ocean pulls me under Your voice tears me asunder…

…I’ve been clever or you can say that I’m a fool But you know that I would never forget the lessons learned in nursery school Let’s go out all dressed up fancy, make believe and take a chance on city lights (ba ba ba ba…

…11 de agosto de 2012 Muere el hombre que me hizo hombre Mario Nelson Leygonier Nuñez Padre, mi dedicación hacia ti No voy a llorar por ti, no voy a llorar por ti Porque yo sé que no lo quisiste así No voy a llorar por…

…My mama told me when I was young We are all born superstars She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on In the glass of her boudoir "There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are" She said, "'Cause He made you perfect…

…creation. I saw it's soul, envied it's pride. But needed nothing it had. An owl came to me, old and wise. Pierced right through my youth. I learned its ways, envied it's sense. But needed nothing it had. Don't give me love…

…I, I have sailed All alone So many times The seven seas of tears I can still hear the waves. Cold frigid wind On my sails Always takes me back To distant memories Home, the last farewell. Waves of time candour and…