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Ismael Serrano
Miscellaneous
What will become of me
What will become of me
I will lie again.
I will fill my bed with ghosts of the dead. br/>I will count the days, the streets that separate us,
Sunday afternoons I will wait for your call.
I will curse the couples who embrace each other
dream of unoccupied hotel rooms.
/>And I will calmly hate your laughter, all my words
our farewell.
What will become of me
I will say atrocious things
to the beautiful women who pass by my street.
Without your invitation I will sneak into your parties,
when your memory comes I will laugh violently.
I will go look for you at the agreed places
even if you don't come, even if you have forgotten me .
I will write you the verses that I never wrote to you,
I will be punctual as you always wanted.
What will become of me
I will undertake a long journey
so that the echo of your nights will never reach me.
What will become of me?
I doubt that in any bar
they can serve me all the alcohol I need to forget.
I will go look for you at the agreed places
even if you don't come, even if you have forgotten me.
I will write you the letters that I never wrote to you,
I will be punctual as you always wanted.