Déjame tranquilo

"Never any lover is perfect. Nor has the adequate smile. Not always says the sweet word. Sometimes, doesn't even know how to make love. But the magic of the moment plays its blues very well. There are days when I crumble like the shadow of a ruined widow. I live the danger of bitting my gums, of remembering that I am just badly wounded. And you know? How I desire a cigarette that burns in ten years, to drink my life in little sips as if it was a cuba. And I come back to you who has seen me with the the rheuma of those nights. Don't pay to know how your puberty went away with those bluses, at the end you are always going to hate them. Don't follow me, don't tempt me, don't ask me to undress you. No."

One?

Flavored kisses becoming an illusion.
Open your eyes lady a month has gone by.
Let your lips float and become the conclusion
dreaming of the omnipresent fight, we cry.

You fly. He stands on your heart feeling ill.
The conversation with his soul's about you.
We turn the page of our time and we are still
remembering, trying to forget the blue.

We stand tall and strong, reliving the night
when the miracle happened; when he met you.
We count time like no one, I think of the "might".
You revolve, volutes, our love in debut.

The ball rolls. The rocks don't. Here comes the sunset
of what happened before and cannot be no more.
Here comes the sunrise. Exhale with no regret.
Three words would suffice. Just three, not anymore.

Uno?

Flavored kisses becoming an illusion.
Open your eyes lady, a month has gone by.
Let your lips float and become the conclusion.
Dreaming of the omnipresent fight, we cry.

You fly. He dwells in your sweet heart feeling ill.
The conversation with his soul's about you.
We turn the page of our time and we are still
remembering, trying to forget the blue.

We stand tall and strong, reliving the night
when the miracle happened; when he met you.
We count time like no one, we think of the "might".
You revolve, volutes, our care in debut.

The ball rolls. The rocks don't. Here comes the sunset
of what happened before and can't be no more.
Here comes the sunrise. Exhale with no regret.
Three words would suffice. Just three, not anymore.