I walked glued to the walls
a female with moon threads
entangling his dark destiny.
A female dressed in mist.
A jasmine perfuming the street
offering his love and his breath
and the mystery of sex in his waist.
A female in the rain and the wind.
And I was so lonely,
drowned in my adolescence,
without school, without father or mother,
watching my poor innocence.
Ay Irene, Ay Irene.
The one who gives the most is the one who has the least,
and I gave like never before in life,
without failure, neither love, nor lies.
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I kissed you like a feverish child.
I hugged you like a man on
and I fell asleep between your worn breasts.
I woke up discovering oblivion.
You looked at me pretending tenderness.
We will see each other again darling
and you went back to your street, to your haze
to your office, to the rain, to the cold.
And I was so alone
drowned in my adolescence
without school, without father or mother.
Watching my poor innocence.
Oh, Irene. Ay Irene
Who gives more is the least.
And I gave as never before in life,
without failure or love, or lie.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)