To the dangerous boat blondes
that in reliquary of her necklines
They perfumed my youth.
To the miracle of stolen kisses
that in the dictionary of my sins
they kept their blue petal.
To the imp? Dica ni? Was mature
that in the world map of his waist
the child who was? espabil ?.
To the fleur de lis of the hairdressers
that brought me the spring train
and the train
of the winter I snatched ?.
To the flowers of a day
that did not last,
that do not hurt,
that they kissed you,
that they missed.
Ladies at night
that in the back seat of a car
they did not ask
if you want them.
Birds of passage,
like pampering heals-failures.
To the mysterious widow in mourning
what sud? with me one minute
three floors in elevator.
To the intriguing 'cholula' Argentina
that in the heart with ink
I tatu? 'worse for the sun'.
Nobody's crazy girlfriends
who collected gray hair in the air
mocking the 'nit de Sant Joan'.
To the queen of the port bars
that one night after a concert
I opened
his store of kisses with salt.
To the flowers of a day
that did not last,
that do not hurt,
that they kissed you,
that they missed.
Ladies at night
that in the back seat of a car
they did not ask
if you want them.
Birds of passage,
like pampering heals-failures.
To Justine, to Marylin, to Jimena,
to the Mata-Hari, to the Magdalena,
to F? tima and to Salom ?.
To green eyes like olives
who stole the light of the honeymoon
of a hotel room, sweet hotel.
To the flowers of a day
that did not last,
that do not hurt,
that they kissed you,
that they missed.
Ladies at night
that in the back seat of a car
they did not ask
if you want them.
Birds of passage,
like pampering heals-failures.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)