I wander through the night devouring the streets
They have washed the sky, I can now dry its walls
Like when they vomited words at home
And immediately they sent me to play outside.
You now You are not here.
Not you, you are not here anymore.
And my friend is saying that he loves me well.
He has drunk a lot and he no longer remembers my name.
The windows, blind eyes, sleep already dreaming.
Paper pinwheels and the empty chair.
I never wanted to be the genius of the class,
I never wanted to settle for the glasses.
I am afraid of copying myself in a mirror,
Discovering that they laugh at me, at my ideas.
Under the tread of the already worn shoe
A newspaper spreads out on the floor your news.
Today a great premiere, the movie of the year:
Adventure, sex and an avalanche of smiles.
How many times have I thought of you
In the chair kitchen.
How many times have I found you
In the glasses I drank.
How many times have I waited for you.
How many times have I followed you.
How many times I begged you.
And how I screamed on the barber's horse.
And my friend has stopped, he picks up some pebbles.
He doesn't go out with girls because he has bad breath ,
He suffers because he is shy and talks to himself.
I already look at my yellow and tired fingers
From throwing away the pieces, the butts of my life.
I spin, jump and dance like a trained bear.
How I will tear all that idiotic moon to pieces!
How many times have I begged you
If you scratched in my soul.
How many times I have looked at you
When you hurt my pupils.
How many times I have looked for you.
How many times I have found you.
How many times I lost you