| Two in the afternoon, on a Wednesday in January
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| I was crazy with happiness because it was premiered
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| I had gone shopping and died of heat
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| I took the offer of a fan
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| With lunch, the fiaca arrived
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| Like a soldier who doesn't kill but attacks
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| Like thunder the overture of that symphony
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| Wet that sounded, the stones applauded
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| What a beautiful nap, I slept all afternoon on the couch
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| What a good nap, I can't imagine a better one
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| What a nice nap, neither the phone nor the doorbell mattered to me
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| Terrible nap, I wouldn't have woken up even a trombone
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| And in that dream, I went up to a fifth floor
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| It was a hell like paradise
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| I only remember the first scene
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| There was a piano and twenty thousand sirens
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| I woke up dreaming in quotes
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| But this dessert had a strawberry
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| It is a detail that I praise to the siesta
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| I turned on the TV and they were showing "El Chavo"
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| What a beautiful nap, I slept all afternoon on the couch
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| What a good nap, I can't imagine a better one
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| What a nice nap, neither the phone nor the doorbell bothered
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| Terrible nap, I wouldn't have woken up not even a truck
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| Call me lazy, it doesn't affect me
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| How to waste the perfect afternoon |