El Amor

Love bears the signature of the author
In lost causes
Love always begins dreaming
And ends in insomnia
It's a deep act of faith
That smells like a lie
Love dances to the tune played
Be it God or the devil
Be it God or the devil

Love is the lost war
Between sex and laughter
It's the key with which you open
The tap of tears in the eyes
It's the slowest time in the world
When it's in a hurry
Love makes its way slowly
No matter the bolt

Love is the arrogance
Of clinging to the impossible
It's searching elsewhere
For what you can't find in yourself

Love is an ungrateful one
Who lifts you up for a while
And drops you down just because
Love is two in one
Who in the end are none
And get used to lying
Love is the beauty
That feeds on sadness
And in the end always leaves

Love is almost always better
When it's elsewhere
It looks good in novels
That sell perfect endings
Don't go, love, even though you hurt
I don't want to leave you
If you're always a mistake
Because your flaws are never seen

It may be that what I judge
Is something else, I don't know
That my luck has been
The impostor, I don't know either

Love is an ungrateful one
Who lifts you up for a while
And drops you down just because
Love is two in one
Who in the end are none
And get used to lying
Love is the beauty
That feeds on sadness
And in the end always leaves

And it doesn't let you say what you want to say
Without making you know that it spits back up
It's sitting to watch, passing in front of you
The mortal parade of the corpse of all your dreams

Love is an ungrateful one
Who lifts you up for a while
And drops you down just because
Love is two in one
Who in the end are none
And get used to lying
Love is the beauty
That feeds on sadness
And in the end always leaves