Aviones Plateados
El Ultimo De La Fila
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 painting books I stole
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 am
A soul from hell
I'll have to agree with you
Maybe it's true
I usually 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 it deceives 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 back to everything
Let's see if I learn
And your letter confused me
Now I understand
Your look warned me
I won't come back ever again
