+50 Phrases from Izal

May your curiosity not disappear and grow like your legs do now.

Welcome to the last party of we are nobody.

Goodbye to the practical panic of having found each other.

It’s good that you put yourself in the middle.

What will you know if you don’t live inside this cage.

It was raining outside and it was burning inside me.

Maybe no one is right and you and I are not an example for anyone.

I keep hearing about magic and special effects.

They blur the lines and the contour responds.

My bad luck combines with your smell of silly laughter, of worthless triumph.

Goodbye to the vertigo of seeing ourselves coinciding in space.

You are light, which fills every hollow space that is found.

And to the rest of the world I sincerely wish success in battle.

First of all, we will make clear the pages that matter to us. Those of open books, of close lives, walls that are forever silent.

My return to a free world should never silence the screams.

After so much telling, I counted on finishing the life we ​​have left. We believed in the futures that we invented in our own way.

And while sane people scream, cry, suffer and deny, the crazy people will be seen dancing.

And if the wind takes a chance on my face, good for him, I will invite you into my house.

We haven’t suffered the cruel routine yet and I’m already thinking about how I’ll fill the days.

I will use every passing second to test our personal capabilities.

And he who is free of guilt may wait to enjoy you. That I neither ask for forgiveness, nor favor, nor repent nor forget.

I forgot, Remind me why I shouldn’t, think about breathing harder, deeper, cleaner, more fresh air.

Sweet past that poisoned candy, which after chewing it always leaves something between the teeth

Nostalgic, eccentric, democratic, maybe for you even romantic, in a way that I don’t understand.

Let’s pay attention to the imperfect tense, that of all those memories, we only save the good ones.

Let me dry my hugs, wet they weigh too much on me, let the breeze take them from my hands.

I have not yet discovered all your strange quirks and I already want to show mine.

For now and at the moment I have not tired of traveling, I live alone and I am not looking for a remedy against loneliness.

Let’s shout loudly about our defects, all those bad moments, that were wearing us down.

We will fall together, if we fall.

Thank you for letting me make mistakes in my own way and not making me declare myself guilty of not asking for forgiveness.

You are light, which wakes me up with deaf phonemes of a strange language.

We will relive good times, those perfect days, of lying between green and blue, we will understand that I have not died

And although in my head I am already exhausted, your noise has not yet vibrated on my skin.

That even though I am far away, you feel me close.

It will be up to us to be carried out on the shoulders of giants who scared us so much in the night.

I want to think that deep down we are not so strange and that it is possible to adapt.

Because no one will shout your name in the desert, no one will plead guilty, no one plans to pick you up in the ruins of your city.

It will be easy to tell stories to hide ourselves, but it will be difficult to let someone miss us.

They tell stories of life and pleasure, of suns that burn on afternoons that will never return.

At this point in the game, now that nothing matters anymore, is when the wounds hurt the most.

And I want to think that deep down we are not so strange and that it is possible to adapt. That time should just pass, sweet, comfortable, placid, slow, on tiptoe and everything will fall into place.

Distances increased in the paradox of getting closer.

You broke down the barriers raised by natural disasters that were born from staying with the bad memory of ghosts in the times when you were missing.

I fill my lungs with the air that I borrow from my days, from your laughter and your nights.

You are light that fills every hollow space that is found.

It will be more fun if it is complicated, it will be more fun if we start from scratch every time.

We traveled a billion kilometers to lock ourselves in that microuniverse, defenseless light years away from the refuges that keep our secrets.

We will remember the moments of magnificent excesses, of static peace, anti-gravitational at the same time, we will make them ours again.

Ways to know that your absence still hurts. Ways to feel new goodbyes again.

I just want to pause, you rewind. I’m just looking for a slow rhythm, your speed. I only ask for a sweet lie, you ask for the whole truth.