la nuit.

I.

Dusk.

I leave my soul on a bench in front of my house every night, eager to know what becomes of her there while I sleep.

I get her back in the morning, and I sit beside her watching the sun light the street once again.

In her eyes,there is an emotion,unfathomable, after all the startles and prodigies of the night.

And all my hopes are false.


II.

I love the night.

I love the night in Mexico City.

I put awesome music on and I just DRIVE.

I drive until I don't know where I am, until the streets become other planets and the sweetness is below my feet.

III

I saw you in my dream!

I had to wake up as I didn't want to start lying to you again.