It hurts to see you with a type which lacks ideas
and plenty of arguments you
anesthetized because it hurts to see the thing was,
because they wanted your luck.
While I warm the substitutes bench
with the shirt up to include in your future.
while I give you my day
what he does not meet in the evenings.
Here is your secret
pa ‘playing hide-and-loving guerrilla
pa ‘cover your lack of tenderness and wildness.
although I am not in the picture of your parents‘ room
nor in the nephew‘s christening.
and that is that you now have two and I split one.
Close doors and windows
that the sky will be the branch
on the seventh floor at eleven fifty.
during the kisses and let the clock.
Close doors and windows that in ninety minutes
will have to compensate the caresses that fit in the gaps
leaving the furtive encounters and loneliness.
and that is that you now have two, and I split one.
It may be that you punish your conscience at night
and encourage you in the morning.
it may be that one day we ran out of so many future
and you follow your theater.
Meanwhile give me a kiss entrenched
those who are guilty
are like water in the desert.
Take me as the tequila,
of a coup and without thinking.
that if someone wins are you, my dear friend
but think otherwise.
And it is that you now have two and I split one..