I love the symptom of life that is searching
because death is the same as settling
what is unstable has led me to improvise
and what is stable always re-establishes itself
I love the love of the sailor
br/>the one who kisses and leaves
I love those guerrilla kisses
even though they bring loneliness
I love the risk that agitates me
when I play hide and seek
I love whatever you want give me
even if it's half
And while I take what I say
or to the drawer of oblivion
if that is the case
perhaps I speak out of injury
and that makes me an enemy
if that's how you want to see it
Infidelity, dear friend
will never be anything else
than being faithful to your senses
I read the text that gravitates in meetings
crossed with talented talents
protection in the lyrics of songs
that annihilates so much desire to flee
From looks that seek each other
for steal an adventure
I see couples who don't fit
and swallow the torture
Who is penitent
sees a prosecutor in the mirror
who forgets what he feels
he forgets that he is going to be old
And while I take what I say
or to the drawer of oblivion
if that is the case
Perhaps I speak out of injury
and that makes me an enemy
if that's how you want to see it
Infidelity, dear friend
will never be anything else
than being faithful to your senses.

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