• I want to touch your lips like no man has ever done. I want to make song just for you and my inspiration will be your voice.

    As I hug you and forgot about every single thing in my life and just counted the seconds as if they were unique, my mind said.

    -Why do I hug you so much? Why not?!, the warmth of your body gives me a sensation of been alive and a reason for me to compose.-

    No answer came from her thin pink lips.

    -Are you okay my love? Are you mad?-

    She looked me, with a glance which describe death itself, her body became cold and her face lost it's color. I was embracing a cold, pale body with a dead soul... the nex thing I heard was.


    -Who are you?-

    I woke up.... with a pillow on my arms.


    -Is that so?- I said to my self -How lonely and cold my heart has been this last years has made me a freak.-

    A tear came along.

    -Is that so?- I sobed-The warmth of a woman has been my desire since then... since she destroyed my heart-

    As I cryed and grabbed my guitar, my mind was in blank.


    -Is that so? How years can affect a human being?-