sé que nunca te lo digo

y son cosas tan sencillas
que resultan injustas dichas en un tiempo
de códigos decadentes,
y molestas
silenciadas en un tiempo de alas y de párpados...





[...]Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
He spoke to me, I took his flute.
No, I wasn't very cute to him,
Was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I . . .
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
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