Ours lasted
As long as two ice fish last
In a whiskey on the rocks
Instead of pretending
Or, crash a glass of jealousy
He laughed at her
Suddenly I saw myself
Like nobody's dog
Barking, at the gates of heaven
He left me a toiletry bag with grievances
Honey on the lips
And frost on the hair
You were right, my lovers
About that, before
I was the bad guy
With one exception
This time
I wanted to love her to love her
And she didn't
So she left
She left my heart
In the bones
And I was on my knees
From the taxi
And, doing an excess
He threw me two kisses
One on each cheek
And he returned
To the curse
From the drawer without his clothes
To the perdition
From the cocktail bars
To the cinderellas
Of balance and corner
And, for those sales
Of the fine Laina
Paying the bills
Of people without soul
Who lose their cool
br/>With cocaine
Going crazy
Wasting away
The stock market and life
It was going, little by little
Giving up loss
And that I
I try not to overwhelm with
Flowers to María
So as not to besiege her
With my anthology
Of itself Cold baths
And empty bedrooms
Not to buy it
With jewelry
Not even being the puppet
What's going on, on a pilgrimage
With the brotherhood
Of the Holy Reproche
He loved her so much
That it took him a while to learn
To forget her, nineteen days
And five hundred nights
He said hello and goodbye
And, the door slammed, sounded
Like a question mark
I suspect that, well
He took revenge, through oblivion
Cupid of me
I don't ask for forgiveness
ÃÂFor what? If you're going to forgive me
Because you don't care anymore
She always had her forehead very high
Her tongue was very long
And her skirt was very short
She abandoned me
br/>How they are abandoned
Old shoes
He shattered the glass
Of my glasses from afar
He took out the mirror
His living portrait
And, I was, such a bullfighter
Through the alleys
Of gambling and wine
That, yesterday, the doorman
He threw me out of the casino
From Torrelodones< br/>What a great shame
I would deny the Holy Sacrament
At the same moment
That she would send it to me
And that I
I stop do not overwhelm Mary with
Flowers
So as not to besiege her
With my anthology
Of cold sheets
And empty bedrooms
Not to buy it
With jewelry
Not even being the puppet
What's going on, on a pilgrimage
With the brotherhood
Of the Holy Reproche
I loved her so much
That it took me a while to learn
To forget her, nineteen days
And five hundred nights
And I returned [ unverified]

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