¡Qué mala suerte!

I keep searching for the voice that speaks of you in new ways.
The smell of freshly cut grass hints at a long wait.
There goes your image that says more about me, a hologram in motion.
What’s visible and what I let slip, now I get it... at least I think so.

I want to silence that word we never mentioned.
Is it inevitable to repeat the same scene over and over again?

Maybe it’s true, what we want isn’t what we do, what we seek hides a flaw, is it the way we build the moment, the action, the movement?
I remember I was crying over this.

Maybe it’s true, what we want isn’t what we do, what we seek hides a flaw, is it the way we build the moment, the action, the movement?
What do you think?, what’s your take on it? Better not tell me, let’s keep secrets.
I have a list of movies I want to watch.

We crossed paths and it’s no coincidence.
What bad luck, it’s no coincidence!