Some day
I also believed
That in the morning
The flowers never lie
I wanted to be, some day
And to attain permanence
At least in one heart
That can predict the impossible.
It was my habit
To ask for a lot
And still give more
So that I can dream with just a little.
But at the end I hit the wall
And from the wine I learned its renounce
And from the friendly hand the betrayal
And from what I am what I could have been.
And I continued losing
Fears and tinted glasses
The accuracy of the dates
And the loyalty of misfortune.
I opened myself to another way
And I forgot about myself
Misleading my memory
There, in the clouds of the past.
I started to go
Without permitting evidence
Drilling my mind
Until I let myself behind.
Once in the center
I wanted to return
And although what I saw was the same
I was not the same observing it.
Without anymore steps
Than those I would give
Without anymore coins
From those that I would gain
I smiled slowly saying your name.
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