Con La M

With the M of this Tuesday 21 barefoot
Breakfast, a seawater coffee
Of doubts that when touching the corner of my lips torture us

This will continue

With the M of lies
Your words and my rhymes submit to the final sentence
That your spirit, even though it leaves, always returns
And my heart churns in this spiral doubt

And you no longer turn around without thinking
How little you care about what they'll say
The prisoners of freedom
Where the crazies dance to the beat
Of Dylan, Janis Joplin, Barrabas
Pilate regrets once again
How and who stole your freedom?

With the M of lies
After a suicidal song and an afternoon of whim in solitude
And doubts that when touching the corner of my lips undress us
In another it will continue

I would lie with the M of Madrid
In the corner of Gran Via I would return to delinquency
For a kiss and a hug at noon during office hours
But I can't lie

Because you no longer turn around without thinking
How little you care about what they'll say
The prisoners of freedom
Where the crazies dance to the beat
Of Dylan, Janis Joplin, Barrabas
Pilate regrets once again

Because you no longer turn around without thinking
How little you care about what they'll say
The prisoners of freedom
Where the crazies dance to the beat
Of Dylan, Janis Joplin, Barrabas
Pilate regrets once again
How and who stole your freedom?