This is the life I chose and you included
this is the bed where I sleep every night
there is the book with which I deceive custom
and the closet where I keep nostalgia
everything began as a routine begins
making the cult of the sexual in the corners.
bringing flowers as a guarantee of the sublime
kissing everything that is kissable and forbidden
of two by two
six by six
and from eight to nine
the reasons to continue are suicidal.
and gone, gone, gone
the passion he went somewhere else
he left us
and he left, he left, he left
love with its allies
he left us
while you say I love you
You ask yourself again
What am I doing here...?
You were happy because the options were scarce
Your dreams did not go beyond the sidewalk
my love for new, I create false expectations
until one day you got involved and you surprised me
today we continue to be part of the absurd
you distract your apathy in novels
I tell you what What do you want, out of habit
you give me what I ask of you without wanting it
two by two
six by six
from eight to nine
we commit suicide reasons to continue
and it left, it left, it went
the passion went somewhere else
it left us
and it went, it went, it went
love with its allies
it's gone from us
while you say I love you
you ask yourself again...
and it's gone, it's gone, it's gone
the passion went somewhere else
it left us
and it went, it went, it went...
while you say I love you
you ask yourself again
what do I do here...?

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