Wake up alone again

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

Quand la nuit tombe j'irai te retrouver

Lozano

Follow the yellow brick...

Hablando claro

"There is no truth. There is only perception."
Gustave Flaubert