Bonustrack

Tears that announce conclusions,
hands that don't give without receiving.
Screams that hide in songs,
chairs not meant for writing.
Faces divorced from life,
evenings sailing in a café,
rich people resting in envy
like that soul that invites infidelity.

Naranarana…

Dreams that don't sleep without their pillow,
birds warning they're leaving,
trees planting their gazes,
kisses ready to be bottled.

Unshell almonds with fingers,
cage a cricket just for crying,
draw the cold of a lament,
harvest smiles to give away.

Naranarana…