Jueves 11 de Marzo (inglés)
If prettier
And a little list
If special
If journal
Have the courage
Crossing the wagon
And wonder who you are
You sit in front
And do you think
I carry it for you
My beautiful skirt
And to see you throw
A yawn the glass
They flood my eyes
Suddenly I look
You look and sigh
I close my eyes
You look away
just breathe
I get tiny
And I begin to tremble
And so the days pass
Monday to Friday
Like the swallows
Becquer's poem
From station to station
In front of you and me
Silence comes and goes
Suddenly I look
You look and sigh
I close my eyes
You look away
just breathe
I get tiny
And I begin to tremble
And then it happens
Wake up my lips
Your name pronounced stutter
I suppose you think
What a silly girl
And I want to die
But time for
You go saying
I do not know you
And you missed
Every morning the direct rejection
And I choose this train
And we're almost there
My life has changed
A special day
This March 11
You take my hand
We came to a tunnel
That turns off the light
I find your face
With my hands
I become brave
And I kiss on the lips
You say you love me
And I'll give you
The last breath of my heart
