While I move Mimi's things,
your notebook appears; It's the same one you filled with drawings and poems,
with your signature.
The grime escapes when I think
at the time we said: 'See you soon',
and in that last kiss.
I smile when I think I do not know what I feel,
if it's nostalgia or I lie,
when I think it's a memory.
I do not forget you Mexican, today I miss you so much Mexican ...
Maybe it's not nostalgia it's love with a later,
Maybe it's the destiny that started to surprise,
who knows what he hides in that notebook of yesterday,
Who says it's not easy to meet again?
I imagine you in that moment where we are face to face,
waiting for you to approach, you were always braver.
And you walk and you approach, and you do not talk, you just kiss,
and you swear that you expected my arrival.
I do not forget you Mexican, today I miss you so much Mexican ...
Maybe it's not nostalgia it's love with a later,
Maybe it's the destiny that started to surprise,
who knows what that notebook of yesterday hides,
Who says it's not easy to meet again?
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Only among all we can make this a better place :)