Aviones Plateados
David de Maria
Silver Planes
I see your house from my balcony
Chimneys and your clothes in the sun
Silver planes skimming the rooftops
Dressed and in bed, I watch your window
I look at stolen painting books
I'm not hungry today, I won't eat
I don't know what I'm complaining about
I already have what I want
I'm free in front of the mirror
I don't go out now that I can
And you always say that I'm
A soul of longing
I'll have to give you the reason
Maybe it's true
I always tend to want what I don't have
And now that you're not here
I'm consuming myself
Dirty clothes, paintings I've painted
Old records all thrown around
Fifteen-day beard
I wouldn't get up
Campaign disorder
Now I know you're cheating on me
Credentials of possession
What nonsense
These jealousies have burned me
I don't know what I was thinking
And I who said finally
Now I have her
And I was already over everything
Let's see if I learn
And your letter confused me
I won't come back anymore
Your look warned me
Now I understand
