De leftovers know you're the first, do not lie if I swear I'd give you my whole life, for you my whole life, and yet, for a while Every day, you see, you cheat on anyone, you change it for anyone. Not so sorry not happy to have met me, I confess. You you have kissed both have taught me, I know better than even the bones only not the kisses calan You have given the lips of sin.
Because a house without you is an ambush, the corridor of a train at dawn, a labyrinth without light or red wine, a veil of tar in his eyes. And I poison the kisses that I give and yet when you sleep I sleep without you, and all if you sleep with me, and if you go I go through the roof like a stray cat lost in the bitterness tissue without stain tarnish your beauty.
should not tell, yet, when I ask for the key to a hotel at midnight request a good French champagne and candlelight dinner for two, always with another, love, you never, you know what I mean.
Because a house without you is an office, a mobile fire in the cabin, a palm tree in the wax museum, a dark flight of swallows. And when you return, there is shouting and dancing in the kitchen without orchestra and bouquets of roses with thorns, but two is not equal to one and one and on Monday morning coffee turns cold war and the sky in your mouth and bedroom purgatory the daily bread ...
Joaquín Sabina
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