LA MORA
Ésta… se han dejado ésta…
¡Ay, me pincho!... No llego…, un poquito más allá… me pincho… uf, me pinchoooo…
Pero está… madurita… y dulce… ¡Qué espinotas…!
Voy a levantar los dedos… así… A ver si la zarza cree que mi mano es una mariposa.
Y así no…me pincha tanto…
¡Ya… ya… ya…!
¡Se lo ha creido! Se ha creido, la tonta, que soy una mariposa…!
1 Comments:
i still have briars in my clothes
did i lay you down in those?
the names on the stones were all erased
and i thought it was you that i had chased
driveway to driveway drunk
i don't remember this too well
glad i have the scrapes to prove
prove it was me who fell
and the names were all we knew
and the names were all erased
from stage to stage we flew
a drink in every hand
my hand on your heart had been replaced
and i thought it was you that i had chased
driveway to driveway drunk
i don't remember this too well
glad i have the scrapes to prove
prove it was me who fell
and the names were all we knew
and the names were all erased
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