Tú me llevas
Zahara
You take me
You take me, you lift me up.
And there are no traffic lights.
You take me, you untangle me.
Us on the asphalt.
Through the ventilation duct
the smells reach me.
And through your sunglasses
I see your hands coming, they are burning.
And run along the lines of the hand.
Run remembering the shortcuts
there will be no one who knows where to find us.
You take me, I'm awake.
There are flowers on the rooftops.
You take me, without realizing it.
We keep passing the puddles.
The air hits our faces.
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