Si Tú No Existieras

I have a Moroccan armchair that misses your back
A fake Picasso covering the portrait you were in
Fourteen cobblestones demanding your bare footprints
I live off the air that exhales the scent of your blouse

I fear losing you and dread your return
I can't live with you and without you it's impossible
I long to see you again and you kill me if you return
It would be good to wake up and you didn't exist

If you didn't exist
The days would be shorter
There wouldn't be the need to roll around in this unfinished story
Playing Russian roulette, eager to lose

If you didn't exist
The air would be easier
There wouldn't be the need to breathe in all the scent you left
Since the day you left
If you didn't exist

You have the gift of extremes, there's no avoiding it
I've never been as unhappy and happy as I've been with you
You have the gift of the absurd and it must be endured
It would be better, of course, if you didn't exist

If you didn't exist
The days would be shorter
There wouldn't be the need to roll around in this unfinished story
Playing Russian roulette, eager to lose

If you didn't exist
The air would be easier
There wouldn't be the need to breathe in all the scent you left
Since the day you left
If you didn't exist