It was his silhouette every night in the window,
a fantasy turned into reality
in the ceremony before sleep was prepared
some gymnastics to be in good shape.
Then the pajamas ended in a show,
only sometimes my conscience hit me
that was already a hobby,
I could never talk to him when I was around
I do not know her name or her my hobby,
Today he has left alive, prisoner of that angelic vision.
You were never with me and your three memory moles I know
the one on the knee, the one on your cheek, and the one that only I could bite.
Even with my eyes closed those three moles could I find
the one on the knee, the one on your cheek and the one that only I could devour.
And if it appears in front of your window, please call me at this address
do not try to look at it, do what I tell you,
the moles cause attention.
You were never with me and your three memory moles I know
the one on the knee, the one on your cheek, and the one that only I could bite.
Even with my eyes closed those three moles could I find
the one on the knee, the one on your cheek and the one that only I could devour.
I remember well his silhouette in front of my window behind his balcony
in the ceremony before sleep
You were never with me and your three memory moles I know
the one on the knee, the one on your cheek, and the one that only I could bite.
Even with my eyes closed those three moles could I find
the one on the knee, the one on your cheek and the one that only I could devour.
it would take a life those three moles to be able to forget me ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)