Early morning virus
fairy tale
MTV groupie
the disheveled ballad
I owe it to you tonight.
Without denying that I write on request
for heat orphans
so bitter, so bad, like me.
Blonde of the fourth row,
what you have to grow grows
smoke juice with tequila
I change my wrinkles for your acne
In the chalk of your eyes
there are orange ashes in bloom
and stubble of love stubble
darara darara darara
darara darara darara
in my old suit they fit,
almost, almost, everyone else
those who go up, those who know
those that hurt, those that smell bad
my legañas, my Russian roulette,
a muse a room to rent
two Spains, 7 women's kisses.
Blonde of the fourth row.
Talk to me about your misbehavior
manila shawl
with a red piercing in the buttonhole.
Hang on whoever loves you,
Do not die except for love
when I was your age
I was older
They asked me to improvise
and in the encores I sent you a bowler hat,
the summers are so gray
the solo autumns of violin
and let the sun rise po algeciras
and the half moon through Baghdad
and dreams are true lies.
Blonde of the fourth row,
little bag for the good thief
crocodile tear
dalila game with sansón
Do not close the window
to the aurora that breaks the crystal
that the hour is the beginning of the end
Blonde of the fourth row
two pupils that treat me well
Blonde of the fourth row
derail the last train
Blonde of the fourth row
vanity slot machines
Blonde of the fourth row
chlorophyll of loneliness.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)