I still hear the echoes of his howlish cries from time to time- like a dog being beat into submission. There were moments when he seemed more a phantom than myself, lurking spectrally through the hal...

Fair goddess, strip me of my wings And cast my body to the sea Atleast then I become the rain that kisses your cheek- the morning dew that brushes your ankles- the snow that rests upon your raven las...

Bendita Ignorancia/Blissful Ignorance Si locura es verdaderamente una bendita ignorancia, toma mi mente para que mi corazón pueda ser libre. Ponlo en llamas y riega las cenizas al viento. Si yo qu...