He combed to the garçon
the traveler who wanted to teach me how to kiss
in the gare d'austerlitz.
Spring of a love
yellow and frugal like the sun
of the summer of san martin.
Some people say that it was me
the first to forget
when in a B flat of jacques brel
I met Mademoiselle Amsterdam.
In the fatua new york
gives more shade than lemon trees
the statue of Liberty,
but in desolation row
the sirens of the tankers
they do not let you laugh or fly
And, in the choir of babel,
Tune a Spanish
there is no other law than the law of treasure
in the mines of King Solomon.
And challenging the waves
without rudder or helmsman,
because of my dreams, light of luggage,
on a nut shell,
my heart of travel,
wearing tattoos
of a buccaneer past,
from a sailboat to boarding,
I do not want to love you.
And how to run
when there are no
islands to shipwreck
to the country
where the sages retreat
of the grievance of seeking
lips that get crazy,
lies that win judgments
so summaries that demean
the crystal of the aquariums
of the city fish
That bit the hook,
that dive at ground level,
that do not deserve to swim.
The gold was a shampoo,
the virtue some arms in cross,
Sin a web page.
In coma I understood
that to the place where you have been happy
You should not try to go back.
When in regular flight
I stepped on the sky of madrid
I was expecting a newly married
that he did not remember me
And challenging the waves
without rudder or helmsman,
through my veins goes, light luggage,
on a nut shell,
my heart of travel,
wearing tattoos
of a buccaneer past,
from a sailboat to boarding,
of a woman's garter belt.
and how to run away
when there are no
islands to shipwreck
to the country
where the sages retreat
of the grievance of seeking
lips that get crazy,
lies that win judgments
so summaries that demean
the crystal of the aquariums
of the city fish
That they lost the guts
in a trash bank,
on a beach without a sea
Only among all we can make this a better place :)