That last time we saw each other you let my heart arrhythmic. This heart doesn´t dance our song anymore and it has stopped to dance under our rain…

It has become independent… Although, who I am trying to lie? Even hearts are divided in two only so they don´t feel alone; and what a misery that someone feels alone when in fact isn´t; maybe the reason is that person hasn´t still found the piece to start the puzzle, how complicated and difficult at the same time right? There you go the problem, stop believing which one will be the right piece, the one who fits us the best. Risk, say the braves, wait, say on the other hand the sages… What to do? I don´t know.

Nothing has changed since you left, here keeps raining, our rain, the one that took with it so many nights of kisses, join and at the end, pain.