Gotas de Dolor
Doctor Deseo
Drops of Pain
Maybe September
more than the beginning, was an end
and that summer
lost its leaves and something more.
Fifteen she,
the other sixteen.
A season,
tracks leading to a goodbye.
Two black eyes
sadly pinned to a glass
Dreams you have to put aside!.
After having
invented together
days and nights,
every second,
streets, caresses, rain
and some alcohol.
Black castles
on the sand,
flags talking
about a thousand pirates,
new sins
and a rebellion.
Drops of pain...
a puddle of oblivion.
Drops of pain...
a puddle of oblivion
