Esta necesidad que tengo de decirte cosas que me impide trabajar. I try to write stuff in English to feel like I'm actually talking to you, but it doesn't come so easy. I do think things sound less serious in this language but it's definitely my ignorance of fancier words what stops me. So sometimes I go back to Spanish, specially if I'm daydreaming you or remembering the water and the darkness and your hands over...
And all it takes is a few words, a few questions that show you listen and you care. Y es que me quedan por decirte tantas cosas. Pero una que no quiere ser acosadora y loca. Just a few words to brighten up this morning. And this radio station that keeps bringing me back.
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