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Thursday, April 29, 2010

505.

VUELVO AL 505.
COMO SI SON 7 HORAS VOLANDO O 45 MINUTOS CONDUCIENDO,
EN MI IMAGINACIÓN TU ESPERAS ACOSTADA EN TU LADO,
CON LAS MANOS EN LAS CADERAS.

PÁRA, Y ESPERA UN SEGUNDO,
OH CUANDO ME MIRAS ASÍ MI REINA,
QUÉ ES LO QUE ESPERÁS,
YO PROBABLEMENTE TE SIGA ADORANDO CON TUS MANOS ALREDEDOR DE MI CUELLO,
O LO HICE LA ÚLTIMA VEZ QUE ME FIJÉ.

NO TENGO LA VERGÜENZA DE UN LISTILLO,
UN CUCHILLO SE CLAVA EN EL PECHO PORQUE DEBÍ CAER CERCA DE LA MARCA,
ASUSTADO POR EL MORDISCO AUNQUE NO ES TAN SEVERO COMO EL LADRIDO,
EL MEDIO DE UNA AVENTURA, QUÉ MEJOR LUGAR DONDE EMPEZAR.

VUELVO AL 505.
COMO SI SON 7 HORAS VOLANDO O 45 MINUTOS CONDUCIENDO,
EN MI IMAGINACIÓN TU ESPERAS ACOSTADA EN TU LADO,
CON LAS MANOS EN LAS CADERAS.

PERO ME DESMORONO COMPLETAMENTE CUANDO LLORAS,
PARECE QUE OTRA VEZ TIENES QUE RECIBIRME DICIÉNDOME ADIOS,
YO SIEMPRE MÁS O MENOS VOY Y ARRUINO LA SORPRESA,
QUITASTE MIS MANOS DE TUS OJOS DEMASIADO RÁPIDO.

VUELVO AL 505.
COMO SI SON 7 HORAS VOLANDO O 45 MINUTOS CONDUCIENDO,
EN MI IMAGINACIÓN TU ESPERAS ACOSTADA EN TU LADO,
CON LAS MANOS EN LAS CADERAS.