Derramando Nuestros Sueños

She was beautiful
Just like a night of booze
In a stranger's room
She talked about songs and poems
About pretentious singer-songwriters
And held one of my records close to her chest

I listened somewhat amused
She was, and she knew it, so beautiful
I went to the bar and ordered a drink
She came to my side and kept talking
About songs and verses

And in the meantime, I kept smiling
Imagining her hands on my back
Feeling the memory
Of a skin never touched

And in the meantime, riding the daydream
Of an embrace in a dawn doorway
Undressing finally on her stairs
Spilling our dreams on her pillow
Spilling our dreams on her pillow

She wanted to make it clear
That she came with some friends
She repeated the troubadour, it had never been
What she liked the most sometimes
Her songs had a certain charm

Then she handed me the record, asked me
To write something, any verse
And I obeyed, she read smiling
You're cheesy even in dedications

She turned around and bye, end of the story
And the bartender commented something hurriedly
Sign with his phone, my friend
Maybe it wasn't the smartest move

And in the meantime, I kept smiling
Imagining her hands on my back
Feeling the memory
Of a skin never touched

And in the meantime, riding the daydream
Of an embrace in a dawn doorway
Undressing finally on her stairs
Spilling our dreams on her pillow
Spilling our dreams on her pillow