The days are consumed between travel and hotels, conversations and decisions, dinners and lonely rooms unaccompanied. Rooms that have become a work place where only a few minutes you can steal to escape reading. But the time to write between the hours slip away and as if this corner before Bacchus now seems uninhabited dwelling. Evening came and the wind as if to erase the letters are long and written here. Letters that
have often spoken of love, sex as much, suffering, laughter and mystery, to me, and you. Letters that have helped to have a life without realizing it, to live again. I've met people only, to hearts and eyes, words and lips, skin and feelings. And even today, December 25, 2006 fall new readers saying they've received a nice surprise to discover by chance.
My first reader, Natalia, was much more than they could expect from my lyrics. After almost two years and a half I'm speechless to explain what it feels like the first reader having multiplied by hundred.
have often spoken of love, sex as much, suffering, laughter and mystery, to me, and you. Letters that have helped to have a life without realizing it, to live again. I've met people only, to hearts and eyes, words and lips, skin and feelings. And even today, December 25, 2006 fall new readers saying they've received a nice surprise to discover by chance.
My first reader, Natalia, was much more than they could expect from my lyrics. After almost two years and a half I'm speechless to explain what it feels like the first reader having multiplied by hundred.
So, Merry Christmas to all who have Once I've read.
