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The butts that you left on the balcony
With red lipstick and a fingerprint
They are delays of your universal absence
That are grouped like nothing in a corner
I don't know when the eternity
Nor when will be the end of what was
Why the hell so much freedom
If there is no one to escape from... so that
Neon light, gray afternoon< br/>And the minutes last an eternity
There is your absence in the kitchen
And sweat on the mattress
There is the aroma of sex in every corner
And a footprint on the armchair
br/>While your ghost leans over me
Stopping the wall that leads to the attic
The kitchen was a roadside motel
The armchair was molded just to size
You were Nadia started on the stairs
And on the table you were the plate and the food
How was it? I don't know
The past doesn't want to leave here
There is your absence in the kitchen
And sweat on the mattress
There is the aroma of sex in every corner
And a imprint on the armchair
While your ghost leans over me
Stopping the wall that overlooks the attic