deep and now I calaste hurt me if all likewise perish born a moment will not happen again.
And they said how nice it was to see us walk infinite loving us always be thinking alike. How do you allow? What we did so badly? was this pride unfortunate that we could not swallow.
and fool around at least, say I want even more, that during all this time I've been Fatal that none of these idiots learned you do laugh and that all you care is this poor man.
deep and now I calaste hurt me if all likewise perish born a moment will not happen again.
And the day I die and die long before you just want a penalty can cry in front of my coffin this wound in my soul did not heal and will be desperate until I see you coming.
deep and now I calaste hurt me if all likewise perish born a time and will not fall back to a time will not happen again a moment is gone.
need to be moving now that I see you again away from me. But it is no longer open bar and friends have all gone to sleep.
And so I begin to romanticize the story of what will when things go worse. And I look almost like now I have nothing except the certainty of pain.
O surprise me screaming one day "You can get on with your life I with mine, if I leave, I will."
Well everything happened as planned and I look at my forearm and a purple scar. And there is still a desire in me insane, anyone go as far if not to follow.
But if by chance hear that you're in town and someone presents us, then I will not understand what is true, I still love you, and I've never stopped loving.
O surprise me screaming one day "You can get on with your life that I with mine, if I leave, I will. "
But if by chance I hear you're in town and someone presents us, then no, I will not understand what it's true, I still love you, and I've never stopped loving. O surprise me screaming one day "You can get on with your life I with mine, if I leave, I will. "
The song, which made a version Ana Torroja, inspired THIS POEM and says this:
NO ME CANSO
I
naked at dawn in this top floor attic not know if I get a hundred or give me a truce in the sink
I have no money for the train that brings me to your neighborhood need air in the lung of the sky from your lips.
The window has given me the sun that brings warmth and sense of loss
nothing remains of alcohol who were Christ at the Last Supper.
do not know if tattooed send a postcard illusions or hallucinations a carnival full of pasodobles.
My heart drools at the stern not know where my clothes (*), have I lost
with fear.
I never tire of take my hat off to get wet when it rains songs and I will realize in this fucking life
I never tire of looking at you face I never get tired of living in scenarios and no more opponents back we love are the three flowers that are watered daily.
Pupils and quench your thirst in the venom of the vine also invented the color of the vowels strawberry flavored. Visit
afternoon light, blue light prison angel tide and you're not burning you, and less later.
window sun disappeared the migration going tomorrow Already reached the desired
moon that we never avoid eye.
There is a paradise in every skin and a god in every man I keep putting on the sofa cushions of songs.
My heart drools at the stern .. .
(*) do not know where the coca, in other versions
In turn, the phrase "my heart dribbles at the stern" (as some other expressions used in his songs Chaouen, is taken from this poem by Arthur Rimbaud):
