A woman has been lost
know delirium and dust,
this beautiful madness has been lost,
his brief waist under me ?.
It has lost my way of loving,
My footprint has been lost in its sea.
I see a light that hesitates
and promises to leave us in the dark.
I see a dog barking at the moon
with another figure that remembers m ?.
I see more: I see that I did not find ?.
I see more: I see that he got lost
Cowardice is a matter
of men, not lovers.
Cowardly loves do not reach love,
or stories, stay there?
Neither the memory can save them,
nor the best speaker to conjugate.
An unnamable woman
flees like a seagull
and I quickly dry my boots,
I blaspheme a note and turn off the clock.
Let love take care of me,
that I can sing your song.
A woman with a hat,
like a picture of old Chagall,
Corrupting to the center of fear
and I, who am not good, started to cry.
But then I cried for me?
and now I cry to see her die.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)