Hay quien se fue y ya no volvió. Hay quien regresó pero tú ya te habías m archado. Hay quien quedó varado en la orilla de una estación y otros que cogieron un bus anywhere. Some people spoke when all was said, some people stopped being able to say so much ... Some dreamed of oceans and beaches and who was shipwrecked in the moisture in your mouth. Some looked through windows and who I turned away as a stranger. Some cried out in fear, who howled between the sheets ... Some people forgot a shoe to see you again, and the innocent who lost an afternoon in your room. There he slowly kissed your sex a thousand times, who tore you a blow delalma strips. Some people broke the dishes one summer night, some people collect dust and sweat and stains. Some people threw their books and sorrows through the window, who told you the most beautiful story ever told. Some gave you with oleanders and roses, there are those who sowed weeds in your garden. Some people tired of everything, began a journey of no return, some people with nothing to hold on, found shelter and warmth in your arms.
