NicaMom: keep breathing
NicaMom: back in june
NicaMom: in a summer afternoon
NicaMom: beneath the blue
NicaMom: someplace on the moon
NicaMom: i’d go hungry, i’d go black and blue
NicaMom: i could hold you for a million years
NicaMom: llenando los días
NicaMom: in august
NicaMom: beneath forest and moon
NicaMom: ¿y el verano pasa tan lentamente?
NicaMom: has summer gone so slowly?
NicaMom: you disappeared from me
NicaMom: from small things...
NicaMom: these times