"El derrumbe de un sueño

algo hallado pasando

resultabas ser tú.

Una esponja sin dueño

un silbido buscando

resultaba ser yo.

Cuando se hallan dos balas

sobre un campo de guerra

algo debe ocurrir..."

Silvio Rodriguez

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to

It’s true…I was made for you.

("Story", Brandi Carlile)