Enrique: "Concrete thoughts fuel me,
your eyelids are rose petals
heavy with weariness from fake niccas and lames
Im the prince of the city
so enter my court and tell me of your story,
your dreams and realities
Me: All people like you-
and i have nothing bad to say
where all world wars go away when I look at you--
longest winters without you
where nothing gets better with time
if Im not seeing your face,
your the long lost phantom of my life
and when I shut my eyes,
I hope you reappear when I open them"
