I smile every time I remember it and believe me it's very rare
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There are times that I bite my hand to see if it was dreamed
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And it is that I have imagined myself so many times with you
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That when I finally had you in front of me I could only be... silent
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I entered with just enough in my wallet and left
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With a full soul and that is not paid by a coin
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Nor does anyone, say what way
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Or how did you get me to break my rules for you...
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And the typical guy who went to the bar counter
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He ordered a drink, saw your face and was "mouths" without more
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It was a bundle of nerves managed by your body
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(slow gestures) poetry in motion
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And it's not a story if I "tell you" that my face was a poem
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That the past is already history, the present a dark gift
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And I don't know what it will be about the future, but it will be by your side
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I will be something of yours and you my eternity...
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Illusion brings fear and fear fear
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But I've kept my ghosts inside a drawer
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If the damage is this I will die from this pain
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That I have been many years without knowing what love was
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What to say if everything flows... that I love you, right?
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Or that you are heaven for taking me to the clouds...
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I think that there are things that need not be said
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But what I feel, girl, I leave it to you in this letter…
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Or out loud… to the point of leaving my throat… I love you…
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And paradoxes of this world:
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You study to save lives and you kill me if you look at me in seconds
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If we are together, time is relative:
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If you are not there it goes slowly and by your side it is a sigh
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Oh destiny... I didn't know about you until recently
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But since I was a child, I think, I know you and you go with me...
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(It will be) that a fine thread united us giving us rope
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So hold on tight and let's enjoy the ride
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Baby I don't know what you'll see in me but it doesn't matter
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As long as he is the one who occupies the pupa of our pomp
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A child who works as a bricklayer on your mouth
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And it forms the curve that draws your silly smile...
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You are my other part, my «yang»
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What I found when I got tired of searching
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And I don't know what tomorrow will be
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But I know that in love we will be one in the afterlife...
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Illusion brings fear and fear fear
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But I've kept my ghosts inside a drawer
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If the damage is this I will die from this pain
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That I have been many years without knowing what love was
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What to say if everything flows... that I love you, right?
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Or that you are heaven for taking me to the clouds...
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I think there is no need to say these things
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But when I saw you I felt "butterflies" inside...
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And if my "always" started on the day I met you
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I will not be responsible for yesterday but for today
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Of the hours I owe you for tickling; |
more than a thousand
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From that laughter that clings to your ivory ribs...
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To cry for being happy, to travel even on a skate
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Of playing the harp with your back… and of slipping
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Of that kiss that slipped on your cheek
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To take me on your lips to another better world...
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Illusion brings fear and fear fear
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But I've kept my ghosts inside a drawer
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If the damage is this I will die from this pain
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That I have been many years without knowing what love was
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What to say if everything flows... that I love you, right?
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Or that you are heaven for taking me to the clouds...
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Thank you for existing my love… |