Sin Borrador IV

Ayer fue una birria de día,y hoy, no puedo evitar sentirme extremadamente bien

There is a blue bird in my soul, he is always singing, crying, screaming, shouting but I am deaf or perhaps just I do not want to hear the pain, your pain, anymore. No more. No. The young bird is tearing me out, and pushing down all the deep bullshit so hard, so hard... 
I want to catch up the orange light inside you but I am blind or perhaps your spark is too shiny for me. 

The sun
The sea
The light
The bird
The leaves
The park
The cold
The laughs
The white, white Light over your skin.