sitting in front of a Christmas pine
I opened the gift that you had sent me
with the illusion that those things produce,
I saw with sadness that you had made a mistake,
the name of your favorite lover.
It was very clear, in a scented envelope.
You reminded him that you were lovers a long time ago
and that the gift was the big anniversary.
never again at Christmas, I will have your lips
next to that pine tree, although I know, I will miss it,
there I send you, your wrong gift.
only my name, from the package, I have deleted it.
when the 12 at the end of the year have rung
I will already be gone, with my delirious sorrow
and those 12 grapes that you gave me between kissesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssessessessesses
I don't want them anymore, you keep them for your lover.
I don't want them anymore, you keep them for your lovereeeeee.