Vulnerable.

I think, That in music, as it happens in other art forms (let's just keep it to music art), we find that the majority of the work is do...

The signs of unfairness fading down my female face Without any faith left to fall for it again I fail to move forward Remain...

Cuando se muere la persona amada Su espíritu goza, ama, reciproca  Por siempre En ese destino mágico Cargado por la constante energía...

In a world full of bitches ... I'm the bitchest of them all.

All the people around me. I look at their faces and I see not two people look the same Not even twins do. How is it possible,  have you ...

It is our fear to death the ultimate reason for creating. It is the fear of ending. The anxiety of feeling the clock ticking. The despe...

Slow mo. Her voice Like none. The lil notes The higher notes Look for hidden small corners inside you and fills them in tickling you ...

Some days I wake up feeling the strongest mother. Other days I wake up feeling the weakest woman.                                 And most ...

Artists are releasing albums too fast.  Like cooking hotdogs on the corner.  One after the other.  Back in the day I used to have tim...

Push me Push Me Push me Push me to the Edge Push me Push Me Push me Push me to the Edge Push me Push Me Push me to the Edge Wait. No Don...

( Hope) Warm summer night She was standing by the light post in front of the cinema entrance At a glance short black vinyl skirt white Ly...

Maybe I should also make my life stand on top of two rounded elephant dung feet so it wouldn't touch the shit that lays on our grou...

I went to the Tate Britain one Sunday afternoon with rain. Hesitating. Thinking that maybe this is another representation of whoknowswhat...