No more or a little I think of your red lips,
beautiful reflection of our past ephemeral
proud of your memories smiling eyes distant
crisp shiny chrome steel.
Fly gray cloud, gray cloud fly very far,
will not want to see your shriveled snail
flight that will raise cries, rise
old aches and pains, though sad passenger.
Goodbye, goodbye lover
idealistic youth, farewell season inspiration;
love hurts, that was our last coffin.
You went and you took your image grullera,
raptor, inaccuracy Pitusa
coherent black quinceañeras passions.
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