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I wrote something as normal as you
like me and as it is
I told the story of my life in ABC verse
that sometimes suits me
I dream that life is a Buñuel movie
that never ends well
that always gets me excited

that I don't have you in front of me
and you are the most important

my mind in the washing machine
my words are the stains
my mouth is a gun
it shoots if you leave

but don't count the hours
that I have spent with you
I don't count a single one...
I've slept through them

when my soul falls in love
between snores

after racking my brain
I stopped writing
what strange things I think... I thought
I looked for you in the bar you usually go to
but I didn't find you
although I didn't lose faith
and today... I write to you on paper
I don't have internet
or I paint on the wall
the wall for whoever paints it
or a jazz record to play hide and seek

that I don't have you in front of me
and you are the most important

my mind in the washing machine
my words are the stains
my mouth is a gun
it shoots if you leave

but don't count the hours
that I have spent with you
I don't count a single one...
I've slept through them

when my soul falls in love
between snores

my mind in the washing machine
my words are the stains
my mouth is a gun
it shoots if you leave

but don't count the hours
that I have spent with you
I don't count a single one...
I've slept through them

after racking my brain
I stopped writing...