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Living Without You
Sweet kiss, tastes like it's ending,
Point and beginning of living without you.
I didn't know that you would also give me
Geography manuals,
A hundred Mondays in one drawing.
What did I know about breaths that met,
About tangled hair,
About hands and perfumes.
Sweet kiss, tastes like it's ending,
Point and beginning of living without you.
I didn't know that in the night you would taste me,
They were tastes that swam
Between mouths and corners.
I didn't know that afterwards your gaze
That cries and says no
Would kill me.
And one day life becomes a theater
Called happiness,
Spring and orange blossoms
With whom you loved the most,
I give you my life
And without you, it's no longer worth it.
And the evening passes and you look at me
So close that it hurts,
The sun sets and it still rains,
That I love you too much and too little,
That I don't know how to fix it,
That we are friends, we are lovers.
Sweet kiss, tastes like it's ending,
Point and beginning of living without you.
I didn't know that you would also give me
Geography manuals,
A hundred Mondays in one drawing.
What did I know about breaths that met,
About tangled hair,
About hands and perfumes.
I didn't know that in the night you would taste me,
They were tastes that swam
Between mouths and corners.
I didn't know that afterwards your gaze
That cries and says no
Would kill me.
And one day life becomes a theater
Called happiness,
Spring and orange blossoms
With whom you loved the most,
I give you my life
And without you, it's no longer worth it.
And the evening passes and you look at me
So close that it hurts,
The sun sets and it still rains,
That I love you too much and too little,
That I don't know how to fix it,
That we are friends, we are lovers.
And one day life becomes a theater
Called happiness,
Spring and orange blossoms
With whom you loved the most,
I give you my life
And without you, it's no longer worth it.
And the evening passes and you look at me
So close that it hurts,
The sun sets and it still rains,
That I love you too much and too little,
That I don't know how to fix it,
That we are friends, we are lovers.
Sweet kiss, tastes like it's ending,
Point and beginning of living without you.
