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Your garden with dwarves

Today I've asked to my dream, that take off your clothes
that all my attempts to bite your mouth
turn into kisses
and although I understand that you
you always have the last word in love stuff
 
And today I ask to your guardian angel, that shares,
that gives me valour and courage in the battle, to win it
because I don't wanna go by your life like fashions
don't be scared, Miss, none told you about wedding
I just wanna be the four legs of your bed
your war every night, your truce every morning
I wanna be your medicine, your silences and your shouts
your thief, your policeman, your garden with dwarves
I wanna be the broom that sweeps all your sadness in your life
I wanna be your uncertainty and, specially, your certainty
 
Today I've asked to the moon, that tonight could be longer
and that lights with power this feeling
and that hearts dance
and although I understand that you
you'll always be this dream that maybe I'd never can reach
 
And today I ask to your guardian angel, that shares,
that gives me valour and courage in the battle, to win it
because I don't wanna go by your life like fashions
don't be scared, Miss, none told you about wedding
I just wanna be the four legs of your bed
your war every night, your truce every morning
I wanna be your medicine, your silences and your shouts
your thief, your policeman, your garden with dwarves
I wanna be the broom that sweeps all your sadness of your life
I wanna be your uncertainty and, specially, your certainty
 
Because I wanna be the one who never forgets your birthday
I want you to be my rose and my thorn although you hurt me
I wanna be your carnival, your starts and your ends
I wanna be the sea where you can drawn all your pain
I want you to be my Gardel's tango, my octavillas
my half honeymoon, my blues, my eighth wonder
the dance of my ballroom, the zipper and the buttons
I want you to carry your skirt and also my trousers
 
Your astronaut, the first man walking on your moon
sticking a madness flag
to paint your life of colours, of passion,
of flavour, of emotion and sweetness
You must know that I've got no cure without your love
 
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Tu jardín con enanitos

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