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P i n c e l a d a s
Desde los trenes veo pasar diferentes tipos de luna, borrachas de ron y besos, se cuelan por mi ventana. Pero aquella noche el revisor contaba los nuevos pasajeros, estación Europa, uno eras tù. Yo invitè al incendio, rompí los espejos y apurando los ultimos besos me acerquè lentamente hacia donde tu estabas sentada. Y no se si fue tu sonrisa o que ya me conocías de una melancolía olvidada pero te bebiste de un trago mi compañia.
Eres una pincelada, una leccion de vertigo.
Tus ojos esconden un As, tu boca un jeroglifico, en tus hombros descansa un pasado de sabanas y tatuajes. Tu cuerpo es un candado, tu espalda una frontera, tu cuello dibuja un circulo perfecto. Hay tanta pasion en tu cuerpo que nuestras sombras ya habían hecho el amor mientras nosotros aun nos estabamos conociendo.
Eres antidoto y veneno, una leccion de vertigo.
El tiempo es tu deuda, los dioses esperan con paciencia tu venganza, hay un mordisco en tu pasado, aprendiste pronto a volar, dos pájaros van guiando tus pisadas.
Eres una pincelada, un agujero en mis sueños.
Aprendiste a besar sin paracaidas. Engañaste a los que ya lo habian inventado todo. Tus ingles fueron el camino de peregrinos y despedidas. Me invitas a la soledad, sin dejarme solo. Me susurras al oido todas las distancias.
Eres una pincelada, una leccion de vertigo.
B r u s h s t r o k e s
From the train I see crossing different types of moon, drunks on rum and kisses, slipping through my window. But that night the reviewer counted the new passengers, Europe station, one of them was you. I invited to the fire, I broke the mirrors and rushing the last kisses I walked slowly to where you were sitting. And I dont know if it was your smile or that you already knew me from a melancholy forgotten but you drank in a gulp my company.
You're a brushstroke, a lesson of vertigo.
Your eyes hide an ace, your mouth a hieroglyph, on your shoulders rests a history of sheets and tattoos. Your body is a padlock, your back is a frontier, your neck draws a perfect circle. There is so much passion in your body that our shadows had already made love while we still were getting knowing us.
you are antidote and poison, a lesson of vertigo.
Time is your debt, the gods wait with patience your revenge, there is a bite in your past, Too soon you learned to fly, two birds guide your footsteps.
You're a brushstroke, a hole in my dreams.
You learned to kiss with no parachute. You deceived to those who had already invented everything. Your groins was the road for pilgrims and goodbyes. You invite me to the lonely, without let me alone. You whisper in my ears all the distances.
You're a brushstroke, a lesson of vertigo.
Your eyes hide an ace, your mouth a hieroglyph, on your shoulders rests a history of sheets and tattoos. Your body is a padlock, your back is a frontier, your neck draws a perfect circle. There is so much passion in your body that our shadows had already made love while we still were getting knowing us.
you are antidote and poison, a lesson of vertigo.
Time is your debt, the gods wait with patience your revenge, there is a bite in your past, Too soon you learned to fly, two birds guide your footsteps.
You're a brushstroke, a hole in my dreams.
You learned to kiss with no parachute. You deceived to those who had already invented everything. Your groins was the road for pilgrims and goodbyes. You invite me to the lonely, without let me alone. You whisper in my ears all the distances.
You're a brushstroke, a lesson of vertigo.
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