15.1.07


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I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
In the head of this stranger in love
Holding on given up
To another under faded setting sun
And I wonder where I am...
Could she run away with him?
So happy and so young
And I stare
As I sing in the lost voice of a stranger in love
Out of time letting go
In another world that spins around for fun
And I wonder where I am...
Could he ever ask her why?
So happy and so young...
And I stare...
But...
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
In the heart of this stranger in love
Holding on given up
To this other under faded setting sun
And I'm not sure where I am...
Would he really turn away?
So happy and so young...
And I stare...
As I play out the passion of a stranger in love
Letting go of the time
In this other world that spins around for one
And I'm not sure where I am...
Would she know it was a lie?
So happy and so young...
And I stare...
But...
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
In the soul of this stranger in love
No control over one
To the other under faded setting sun
And I don't know where I am...
Should he beg her to forgive?
So happy and so young...
And I stare...
As I live out the story of a stranger in love
Waking up going onIn the other world that spins around undone
And I don't know where I am...
Should she really say goodbye?
So happy and so young
And I stare...
But...
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I got lost in someone else.

Kancho









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14.1.07

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13.1.07

Fotografía /02


Espejo malditO

Mil veces marchitO

Te retuerces como una espiga de metaL

Estas atado a tu propia cruealdaD

Refléjate mi querido seR

Que puedes falleceR

Fotografía /01

Pensante te encuentras en el umbral de la puertA

El sol de la tarde te marcaba a través de esas cortinas mareanteS

Los sonidos se desarticulaban mientras caminabaS

El calor se desarmaba y lloraba heridO

Te arrastras hasta el pedestaL

Estás aquI


Filmación /02

Filmacion /01

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