Mi coartada favorita.

Tu sonrisa.

Eso y el olor de tu pelo.

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Transito

Se acapara ansioso en los semaforos
como niños frente a una heladeria
y sale en carrera de locos
hacia la proxima espera.

Vuela bajito de esquina a esquina
con movimientos subitos
y pasos medidos, nerviosos
como apasionado bailador de tango.

Es el transito, querida
Es el transito quien me regala
minutos de p-l-a-c-e-r, asi deletreado
para intentar tocar tus pupilas con esto.

Es gracias al transito que puedo
escalar el everest todas las mañanas
y clavar mi bandera con la triste satisfaccion
de que he sobrevivido otro dia sin ti.

Por aca se cuelan
los minutos de espera.
Por aca se cocina a fuego lento
la soledad que me pinta tu nombre.

Es en el transito, y durante el transito
que se confabulan mis musas
y me regalan prosas de caridad
para hacer mas llevadera la vida.

No se si leeras esto.
No se si te agradara.
Pero estas letras sueltas y tontas
son mis esfuerzos de mantenerme a flote.

Y se lo debo a tu ausencia,
con la ayuda del transito
que se sienta al borde del camino
a verme sangrar lentamente.

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Sin ti.

La vida sin ti transcurre
como asistir a una sala de cine
y sentarse en la ultima fila
de espaldas a la pantalla.

Asi es como la siento
desde que no estas.

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Walking in the rain.

Deep in the forest
-walking in the rain-
I heard a smurf saying
while dancing on a flower:

"She wonders how many more hours
a heart will feel broken...
Then he said he needs to see her
...but no words spoken"

I have no idea
if I will ever see you again.

Does darkness ends in light?

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Eyes without a face.

I'm from out of space, came very late tonight
looking for a reason to invade the Earth
and I found your black expressive eyes
smiling at me like a newborn child.

When I'm far from home
don't want to lick my wounds
just to hear the big blue whales
singing enigmatic old spells.

It's easy to deceive
it's easy from thee
Well, I just can't believe.
(You asked me to realize, but you don't say why...)

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In a big country.

In a big country
there's billion lovers to choose from.
I'm not expecting to see your shadow
in the desert, after all.

Screaming your name
to the top of my lungs
I feel the lizards staring at me
like the sun in winter time.

All my dreams with you
are now flowers floating on the sea
Dry faded blue flowers lost in time
screaming your name.

I owe you everything
a lover can owe to his heart.
Its a burning sensation
...an endless flame.

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Dreaming

I was only dreaming
when I tried to catch your heart
I was only wishing you were never say
good bye.

But in this life full of things
there are things to hold
things to love
...and things to let go.

And now it was my turn to learn it.

Everybody's got to learn sometimes.

A.