The nights are a sea of u200bu200bgrim waves that sometimes bring me memories and what memories fly tonight from where so many years ago You had been
sleeping
memories that are coming to me
in waves and suggesting other
times
more times. . .
Ease is the word that I lack today and that I haven't understood for so long.
I have nothing more than a vague
sweet and sad sentimentality
but old.
Old, like the old taste of
old tears and old like the
wall of his house where he appeared
running hand in hand with his
sister
when I was loving her more
than everything I wanted and above all, what I understand that someone who is ten years old wants,
how I liked Julieta, araram!
at that time everything came in other names
from loving her secretly
to living with the confidence
that she loved me after of his smiling eyes, it was always summed up in the usual phrase, and for me, everything was wrapped up in 3 true words, like the truth. />I liked Julieta, araran!
I liked Julieta, araran dararan!
I liked Julieta
when I was looking anywhere
without doing it, when I imagined and
he combed his black hair, black as nights and long as winters that were never quite close or far away. Alone and so only by my side
and by my side I remember them.
I liked Julieta
when I imagined that I had loved him for a long time, when he wrote to me that I was
his love, when I understand it and
also when, like today, I remember it
sweet and sad like tears and kisses
on the cheek and from childhood and from
a long time ago s.
I liked Julieta
when her dad died and they told her
when in surprise she let out the
crying and the notebook where she said
that she loved me as long as
it was eternal like the sun.
I liked Julieta
when they took her to live with her
grandparents, when she stopped going to classes
with her sister, when one afternoon
like any gray afternoon she I
went far, far beyond where
all the dreams that have come since then go and tonight they repeat to me that as a child
br/>and in the afternoons, I liked Julieta.

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