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In my first cane
He put his grain of sand
Don Joaquín Sabina
and Don Pancho Varona
Little nostalgia
What smells like my crib
I don't know if it's a joke
I don't know if it overwhelms me
(Nobody knows about it)
in my first war
I almost see the stars
But I only saw a sky
covered in black clouds
I stay with the eagerness
to go up to the moon
I look for you on my pillow
I lose you in my doubts
As Jack the Ripper said
"Let's go by parts"
I only hear the alarm clock
And I live in a deep Tuesday
Let's see what we do
Lately we haven't looked at each other
we just hide
the tuna chases me
I escaped from the train
Even my soul sweats
because my veins burn
Completing sentence
I'm fasting
wearing my sorrows
with bare words
then i roll
On the fine sand of your desert
And then I deceive myself
I no longer know what is really true
The years will pass and I
I'll cling to you like a burning nail
Then I encourage you
With this love check that I write you
As Jack the Ripper said
let's go by parts
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