I decide to hum you
everything that you miss,
since the century you left
until the long day today.
He accompanied me on guitar,
because I do not know about letters,
and also you already know
that she goes where I go.
The only thing that consoles me
is that I use two pillows,
and that I no longer torture myself
when I make you stay up late.
Another relief is that in your tree
the little birds of the dawn,
they are still rehearsing the chorus
with which they will welcome you.
The phone persists
in collecting absurdities,
kidding me is still
a universal sport
And the door is eaten
where the world has hit
at least a good part
of humanity.
The cinema of lovers
he had a couple of good clues,
our private cabaret
he is still active by his bar.
We are still bleeding
the kitchen key,
and I still do not have songs
having a need
They can be coincidences
or other oddities that happen,
but wherever I am
everything leads me to you.
Especially the cas
I find it unbearable,
when from its corners
you jump on me
I do not exaggerate if I tell you
I speak to your ghost,
I ask for water
and even the crop of coffee.
On serious days I have asked
massage for my back,
the worst nor do I tell you
because you will not believe.
There are days that in your sacrifice
I caress your ghost,
but where was the delirium
I do not hear your breathing.
I always end in the same:
I kill your ghost,
and the bullseye surprises me
reclining on the balcony.
I do not know if what I say
we really need it,
today is not smart day
and I do not know how to go further.
But when you can, come back,
because your ghost lurks,
playing hide and seek
and I am very old already.
But when you can, come back,
because your ghost lurks,
playing hide and seek
and I am very old already.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)