Tierra de nadie
Rosendo
No Man's Land
Wax pieces
April rain
Could be that I’m the next in line.
No man’s land
Prisoners of whom
Surplus of a living space.
Inside out
One among a thousand
It’s the same tomorrow as it was yesterday.
If no one’s waiting for me, it’s a never-ending tape
Only your skin brings me comfort.
Entire tribes
Feverish science
Searching for some good enough reason.
How I wish I hadn’t been here
When the end is confirmed.
Inside out
One among a thousand
It’s the same tomorrow as it was yesterday.
If no one’s waiting for me, it’s a never-ending tape
Only your skin brings me comfort.
