NicaMom: can you hear it breathing?
NicaMom: oh the day never comes...
NicaMom: every minute
NicaMom: another day, another time
NicaMom: ...se respira
NicaMom: ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
NicaMom: ...into the shadows of your heart
NicaMom: what would you want sky?
NicaMom: december
NicaMom: all is quiet on new year's day
NicaMom: el mar
NicaMom: over the rooftops
NicaMom: nothing is quite what it seems
NicaMom: sunday ride
NicaMom: what was golden went gray
NicaMom: happiness
NicaMom: when the day faded
NicaMom: back out to the garden
NicaMom: that time...
NicaMom: under the Jacaranda tree
NicaMom: vuelo