My life among photographs is saved and forgotten
because they tell the truth,
they tell the truth.
I once heard it said that life is a movie.
The course of the days takes melancholy
like the waves of the sea,
like the waves of the sea.
Some days they do stretch you and torment your harmony
but with calm they go away...
And when we are strong,
we are devoured by the fear of continuing,
when I am weaker
City traffic is the modern version
of the stampedes of an animal nature,
of an animal nature.
Navigating the avenues is like
that horrible day when everything goes wrong.
The time that we count and that we overvalue
somehow it comes and goes,
it always comes and then it goes.
Sometimes in the afternoon when I go out on the street
I wonder where you are
And when we are strong,
we are devoured by the fear of continuing
when I am weaker
The course of the days carries melancholy
like the waves of the sea,
like the waves of the sea.
Some days they do stretch you and torment your harmony
but with calm they go away...
And when we are strong,
we are devoured by the fear of continuing
when I am weaker
My life between photographs is saved and forgotten