Absolvere.

Y en el fondo de las copas, lo más barato y amargo me tomo ahora, por la espesura de la noche más bruta, no se ve, no se escucha, solo se siente el frio húmedo en la piel, ese es mi azar.

Y dentro de lo absurdo, el colgado, tardío cariño, no le cobraron, valían más sus pasiones que sus palabras.

Morning!

Life is but a beatiful empty box, i cared for myself, it meaned something, i couldn't tell you because there is no more for me to say, in the bottom of the bottle i loved you as my only way out.

Tomorrow we wish for more wine, it's over for tonight, ain't the last, no coins can hold this thirst, i can see your words striking the wall, but there are no more wounds open, it's a hit, a kill, if not, keep calling, nobody on the line though, nothing shallow to say, so late, going to bed with this deadlines on my back, hanging on, like a telegraph in stone, soon to be broken down to hide you the truth.