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I look for you
In the world that suffocates me
That embraces me and forgets me
In the rush of people
Around the corner
And you slip away like a fish from the shores
Like the day from the night
Always close but they don't see each other
They never see each other

And I would like
To meet face to face
To start from the wound
To dare from scratch
Without reservations or lies
And surrender without fears
In the light of a new day
Always in search of illusions
Along the path of life

And I face the nights
With a very empty bed
And I fill it with stories
Adventures and mischiefs
Then comes your memory
And its farewell song
And I find myself night after night
At the starting point
At the starting point

The morning wakes me up
And I have breakfast a new day
And I paint it with colors
In case you come back, my love
And I disguise myself as a poet
As a troubadour from Andalusia
And I search for you in the streets
And people don't even look at me

And again at night
This bed so empty
That I fill with stories
Adventures and mischiefs
Then comes your memory
And its farewell song
And I find myself night after night
At the starting point

(I find myself every night at this starting point
I find myself every night at this starting point.)

Every night I find myself at this starting point

(I find myself every night at this starting point
And every night I return to the same starting point.)

Every night I find myself at this starting
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