Pensandote for a change
I'm making fun of time
I'm playing poems
and I'm playing not thinking
and to be happy
Since the afternoon that I saw you
with that other love
who you chose to be with
my certainty of knowing
that you were mine died.
And I make a poetry that takes you out of my mind
I make a poetry that hurts me and that moves you away
dies the wind the flowers die
it becomes a desert in two hearts
who died
In a magical attempt
I want to imagine
that you are about to arrive
about to say that already
I already embraced
I make a poetry that takes you out of my mind
I make a poetry that hurts and that moves you away
dies the wind the flowers die
it becomes a desert in two hearts
who died
I make a poetry that takes you out of my mind
I make a poetry that hurts and that moves you away
dies the wind the flowers die
it becomes a desert in two hearts
who died
today
The wind dies the flowers die
it becomes a desert in two hearts
who died
today
Only among all we can make this a better place :)