Tenemos poco tiempo de la vida.
¿Qué quiero de la vida?
¿Qué quiero hacer… de verdad?
¿Qué es algo que me encanta mucho?
Estoy sentada
En mi cama
Tocando mi...
Once, my hands strummed its strings
Every chord a different melody
Each one like a pulse of a heartbeat in metal
Guitar is my first love
Its strings the hands I hold
Its songs effortlessly entrusting...
These past few months, I’ve been impatiently counting down the days I have left in this school. With each passing day, I grow more tired of the monotonous drone of classes;...