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19 Days and 500 Nights Later
Everything is black and white,
every head has its heads and its tails,
we're all a bird flying
north and south at the same time.
Everything when told again becomes a different story,
everything that's been broken makes up its enemy
and the same song, when changing perspectives,
doesn't say what it always does, even when it says the same thing.
We lasted
what two fish made of ice last
in a glass of whisky on the rocks.
I know it because I was
the miserable girl who bit his bait
while I believed him.
Suddendly, I saw myself
as the bust of an overthrown king,
all stomped on, in the floor.
I was the jack of the decks,
and the ground floor
of every skyscraper.
Because they were right,
his lovers,
with him, there's a before,
but not an after.
It was just like that with me,
he said I was
his better half1
and started squeezing.
Then, later,
he started circling around
like a lion
in a cage,
roaring
while looking at the moon.
There is only one woman to me;
and that's my María.
Later he left,
he went down the stairs to buy some cigarettes
and came back three months later,
he came in here walking in an "S" pattern
and looking like a sick dog.
He asked me to open the door
with two kisses;
I took away from him his keys,
his travel pass;
to put it mildly,
I gave him a passport
and told him: "Buddy,
you've lost your way".
I've been so blind,
I thought
I'd be left without
beggining or end
if he left me.
That song
where he told
the story in his own way,
where he blamed it
all on me,
all the fights
and the nonsense,
where he bought me off
with bijouterie
while I poured him
mugs full of cold water
I'd add,
to wrap it up,
that to me, however,
his famous 19 days and 500 nights
felt pretty long.
He said hello and goodbye,
and the slam of the door sounded
just like a question mark.
Instead of suffering,
I hooked up with a guy from the PP2,
a member of the Real Madrid,
who sings hip hop,
plays paddel, tennis and golf
and is against bullfights.
He's put together his own law firm,
I bend over,
he sees me and stands on his hands.
Sabina ran away.
He left jumping
just like a rabbit,
but as an artist
he's made it very far.
He sees a portrait of God
when he looks in the mirror.
I saw him in the Ventas
singing our story
and like a horse
tied to a ferris wheel,
running desperately
after a carrot
My voice followed him
and dancing, dreaming with our feet
I was once again that same girl from yesterday,
when I used to love him.
That song
where he told
the story in his own way,
where he blamed it
all on me,
all the fights
and the nonsense,
where he bought me off
with bijouterie
while I poured him
mugs full of cold water
I'd add,
to wrap it up,
that to me, however,
his famous 19 days and 500 nights
felt pretty long.
Later he left,
he went down the stairs to buy some cigarettes
and came back three months later,
he came in here walking in an "S" pattern
and looking like a sick dog.
He asked me to open the door
with two kisses;
I took away from him his keys,
his travel pass;
to put it mildly,
I gave him a passport
and told him: "Buddy,
you've lost your way".
I've been so blind,
I thought
I'd be left without
beggining or end
if he left me.
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