Ay Carmela, your eyes hurt,
planting stubble
cinnamon in the snow.
Like two caravels,
so painted, so girls, so slight.
Mini skirt,
with a bike on his back
and indiscreet nose,
Little more to say.
It is urgent to survive,
you deserve a boyfriend poet
Do not ask me to die for you
what's left of me
it is auctioned to the best bidder
like a riot
on the ruinous ship of the aurora.
Do not force me to make you the wave
follow your path alone
after all I do not even know
how much fate charges us.
In the forum bars
you broke the script
of a movie with a happy ending.
There was no blonde, in the choir
more parrot nor more Norma Jean.
And after the fair and the cole,
hysteria and fear;
if it gives you to tell
shoulders where cry
It's going to spare you one hand and six fingers.
I never tire of talking to you
although soon my voice
sound like repeated rice grain
and to give up is to play
to the fires of chance of oblivion.
Nothing dawns, everything ages,
iron your veil of tulle.
Maybe tomorrow to your window
I called another Prince Charming.
And I do not know in what way,
stop worshiping you without a duel
between never and who knows.
When you burn your ships
Do not miss the keys of heaven.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)