Tow
Miscellaneous
My First Cana
In my first cana
He put his grain of sand
D. Joaquin Sabina
And D. Pancho Varona
Cat nostalgia
That smells like my crib
I don't know if it's a joke
I don't know if it overwhelms me
In my first war
I almost saw the stars
But I only saw a sky
Covered in black clouds
I am left with the desire
To climb to the moon
I look for you in my pillow
I lose you in my doubts
As Jack the Ripper said
We go in parts
I only hear the alarm clock
And I live in a deep Tuesday
br/>Let's see what we do
Lately we don't look at each other
And we don't understand each other
And we don't ask each other
We just hide
The prickly pear chases me />I escaped from the train
Even my soul is sweating
Because my veins are burning
Serving time
I am fasting
Wearing my sorrows
With naked words
Then I wallow
On the fine sand of your desert
And then I deceive myself
I no longer know what is truly true
Years will pass and I
I will cling to you like a burning nail
Then I will encourage you
With this check of love
That I write to you
As Jack the Ripper said
Let's go in parts

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