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We talked all the time about the ephemeral and the brief
Wanting to erase and rewrite our diary
Of the years that have passed in a single season
From a favorite series that, unintentionally, comes to an end
To roll down the window to smell the sea again
From spending 24 hours trying to stop them
Of never and of almost
Of perhaps, of the volatile
How clumsy the second one is, he never won in the minute
How selfish the clock is, wanting us to be vagabonds
Pins of nostalgia hold us without permission
When the heart and soul only ask for a break
We talked all the time about trying to be happier
Psychologists, with drinks, cover up our scars
Let's see who's worse off or who seems to be more sane.
When we are born without a suitcase and without a return ticket
We teach others without being masters of our own field.
Having pockets full of deserts
Of never and of almost
Of perhaps, of the volatile
How clumsy the second one is, he never won in the minute
How selfish the clock is, wanting us to be vagabonds
Pins of nostalgia hold us without permission
When the heart and soul only ask for a break
In love with the moment before everything
What your eyes hold
In the moment before loving you
Infinity always tries to hide
He finds amusement in every comma
Watching how our fate unfolds
How clumsy the second one is, he never won in the minute
How selfish the clock is, wanting us to be vagabonds
Pins of nostalgia hold us without permission
When the heart and soul only ask for a break
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