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from my bowels
to the old bar,
from the stage to the bulebar
and next to the sea.
from the lost roads,
to the cities of asphalt and neon
from Madrid to New York
Strength and air
that will resist
the passage of time
and the silence will cross
chords of rye
in a song
paper notes about the river that
is blasphemed.
People understood
the magic of your heat
that that sound
makes you feel good.
a neighborhood of New Orleans
to the volcano of the old hotel, yes!
They are bronze ropes
that rub against the skin.
Strength and air
that will resist
and every night
cold souls will pass through
your chords burn
the amplifier
paper notes on the river that
is blasphemed.
the skin!!!
strength and air
that will resist
the passage of time
and the silence will pass through.
a sound that comes
to converse with you
makes them understand that you will live
forever.
eeyyhh
in a song