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The Promise

Spun, I spun
Hours loving you
The sun didn't dare rise anymore
Spun, I spun
The starry sky
In your eyes, I'd have almost cried
Spun, I spun
Promised to stay
Near you for an eternity
Spun, I spun
Your words in my head
You told me while staying on the dock
'Go, my love
My long distance courier
I'm waiting for you in Paris
Eyes the colour of rain
Your promise, bard
Courted me with a tambourine
For still how many hours
And days
For your return'
'Go, my love
My long distance courier
I'm waiting for you in Paris
Eyes the colour of rain
Your promise, bard
Courted me with a tambourine
For still how many hours
And days
For your return'
 
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Listen to me

she appeared before me and love woke up in my heart
you're still on my mind, but you can't come back
I know your eyes
they've betrayed, they know no loyalty
if you know the meaning of desertion
 
listen to me
listen to me, the love is futile
listen to me, it's a sin if we get back together
listen to me
your time has changed, it has passed and gone
myself said to me: how will you be able to replace her?
 
my wound that is still open
is hurting me, and this soul
is telling you: you're not allowed to come back
listen to me, the love is futile
listen to me, it's a sin if we get back together
listen to me
 
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I miss

Versions: #2
I miss your wild passions,
your attacks of craziness when nobody expected it,
the reflection of the moon on your clear glasses,
the impossibility of your love.
 
But I also miss your arrival,
and the taste of cigarettes that your kiss left for me,
wrapping up and sleeping with the wet covers
when the sun appeared.
 
What I don't know is what I want,
I do it again and I envenom myself.
Going insane in solitude is my destiny,
forgive me if I depress you with this.
 
Because I also miss
abandoning myself to the universe of deceit,
going with you traveling and renewing our wardrobe,
and I take charge. Babe I miss you, but not so much.
 
I miss the paradise of your face
with the slanted eyes,
the displayed smile,
the unkempt mane,
the exaggerated attitude,
the sound of your voice.
 
What I don't know is what I want,
I do it again and I envenom myself.
Going insane in solitude is my destiny,
forgive me if I depress you with this.
 
I'm not a coward or brave,
I just feel it differently.
Contradicting myself in my speech is my strong suit,
I'll accept what luck has in store for me.
 
Because I also miss
abandoning myself to the universe of deceit,
going with you traveling and renewing our wardrobe,
and I take charge. Babe I miss you, but not so much. (x2)
 
And I don't want to provoke the disenchantment
with so much laughter, with so much crying,
but I'm dying to know what you're thinking
when the rain is getting you wet.
I also miss... miss...
ooh I miss and I take charge, babe I miss you,
but not so much, but not so much.
 
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Perfumes

Perfume of artificial flowers she had
kept in a bottle
of smoke coming from
her dreams of wood stove.
Dresses made with flowery fabric
all alike
and the pattern
was of artificial flowers
that looked so natural.
Perfume of artificial flowers
taken from genealogic trees
and floors of three air-conditioned environments.
Bottled perfumes
in secretive and dark cells
in secretive and dark cells
built by old priests.
 
Words of perfumed senses she said
and always repeated them
looking for some truth
that she had lived in them.
Words that like flower arrangements
of funerals
were the soul
of many acclaimed rituals
celebrated in her manners.
Perfume of grammatical flowers,
scent of wallpapers painted
with flowers on the walls of an old office.
Perfumes of funeral
I felt when she said goodbye
I felt when she said goodbye
saying that she didn't want flowers.
 
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Sounds

The rhythm surrounds you
The light thrills you
Listen to the sensations
Around you, sounds.
Sounds, sounds, sounds, sounds