I live alone and I'm out all day
and on the crest of the wave
without looking for it I always have company
for games, for drinks,
for nights, for laughter
br/>but now I have lost my mind
for a guy who loves me exclusively
and his firmness scares me.
Because sometimes a shared life
is not as fun .
I neither tell you, nor tell you what I feel
when I think of my friends
so happy and I sit at home
in the armchair watching TV
and thinking in the things
that I have lost and I find myself depressed
because I see that there are no laughs, no desires,
only children and meals.
And I understand that life without a husband
br/>it's much more fun.
When I think about other lives
it seems to me that they will be more fun
because sometimes a shared life
is not the same funny.