"El hombre que se levanta es más grande aún que el que no ha caído".

I’m Dexter and I’m not sure what I am. I just know there’s something dark in me and I hide it. I certainly don’t talk about it, but it’s there always, this Dark Passenger. And when he’s driving, I feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don’t fight him, I don’t want to. He’s all I’ve got. Nothing else could love me, not even… especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me? Because lately there are these moments when I feel connected to something else… someone. It’s like the mask is slipping and things… people… who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. 
It scares the hell out of me. 

your voice is swallowing my soul

Gira gira tondo, perdón sol

Vorrei nasconderti tra le mie ali

per non farti cadere giù

per non farti trovare a terra

tra le cose che con te non c'entrano

ma che per colpa mia ti sfiorano e ti feriscono

vorrei proteggerti dalla parte sbagliata del mondo

ma tutto quello che posso fare,

ogni volta che cado

è rialzarmi tenendoti in braccio

e riprendere il volo...