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El Amor

 

El amor tiene firma de autor en las causas perdidas,
El amor siempre empieza soñando y termina en insomnio,
Es un acto profundo de fe que huele a mentira,
El amor baila al son que le toquen sea Dios o el demonio
Sea Dios o el demonio

El amor es la guerra perdida entre el sexo y la risa,
Es la llave con que abres el grifo del agua en los ojos,
Es el tiempo más lento del mundo cuando va de prisa,
El amor se abre paso despacio no importa el cerrojo

El amor es la arrogancia de aferrarse a lo imposible,
Es buscar en otra parte lo que no encuentras en ti

El amor es un ingrato,
Que te eleva por un rato,
Y te desploma porque sí.
El amor es dos en uno,
Que al final no son ninguno
Y se acostumbran a mentir.
El amor es la belleza,
Que se nutre de tristeza,
Y al final siempre se va

El amor casi siempre es mejor cuando está en otra parte,
Luce bien en novelas que venden finales perfectos,
No te vayas amor que aunque duelas no quiero dejarte,
Si eres siempre un error porque nunca se ven tus defectos.

Puede ser que lo que juzgo sea otra cosa, no lo sé,
Que a mi suerte le ha tocado el impostor, tampoco sé.

El amor es un ingrato,
Que te eleva por un rato,
Y te desploma porque sí.
El amor es dos en uno,
Que al final no son ninguno,
Y se acostumbran a mentir
El amor es la belleza,
Que se nutre de tristeza
Y al final siempre se va

Y no te deja decir lo que quieres decir,
Sin hacerte saber que se escupe hacia arriba.
Es sentarte a mirar pasar frente a ti
El desfile mortal del cadáver de todos tus sueños

El amor es un ingrato,
Que te eleva por un rato,
Y te desploma porque sí.
El amor son dos en uno,
Y al final no son ninguno,
Y se acostumbran a mentir.
El amor es la belleza,
Que se nutre de tristeza,
Y al final siempre se va

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Love carries the signature of an author of lost causes
Love always begins dreaming and ends up in insomnia
It's profound act of faith that smells like a lie
Love dances to the beat of the drum that's played, whether by God or the demon
Be it God or the demon

Love is the lost war between sex and laughter
It's the key with which you open the water faucet of the eyes
It's the slowest time in the world when it goes quickly
Love forces its way in slowly, no matter what bars the way

Love is the arrogance of clinging to the impossible
It's looking elsewhere for what it doesn't find in you

Love is an ingrate
That lifts you up for while
And drops you just because
Love is two in one
That at the end are no one
And they get used to lying
Love is the beauty
That feeds on sadness
And at the end is always leaves

Love is almost always better when it's somewhere else
It looks good in novels that sell perfect endings
Don't go, love, because even though you hurt I don't want to leave you
You're always a mistake because your defects never show

Maybe what I'm judging is something else, I don't know
Maybe my luck has brought me an imposter, I don't know either

Love is an ingrate
That lifts you up for while
And drops you just because
Love is two in one
That at the end are no one
And they get used to lying
Love is the beauty
That feeds on sadness
And at the end is always leaves

And it doesn't let you say what you want to say
Without letting you know that it's spitting into the wind
It's sitting down to watch pass by in front of you
The deadly parade of the corpse of all your dreams

Love is an ingrate
That lifts you up for while
And drops you just because
Love is two in one
That at the end are no one
And they get used to lying
Love is the beauty
That feeds on sadness
And at the end is always leaves

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