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Imagine a small cove
I serve you a light beer
It's summer and the sun is shining
It's the Catalan coast
And we are calm
Like anesthetized
After the gazpacho
We fall asleep
Watching the Tour de France
In the typical stage
Where Lance wins
Imposing himself in the sprint
With a second of advantage
At the last breath
Hanging on his shoulders
The yellow jersey

Again the beach bar, a little swim
Pistachio ice cream and a game of foosball
We throw some frisbees
Play cards
And end up having dinner, sardines and salad
We drink, get tanned, talk, stay silent
The moon, the salt, your wet lips
I get thirsty and order a drink
And Spain is out in the quarterfinals
In the Eurocup

But we don't care, today we will win the World Cup
We go up to the house, make love
And sweat so much that we get dehydrated
Time stops, the air doesn't flow
Mosquitoes flying and crickets singing
And you by my side, dying of sleep
Tired, happy, you ask me for a story
And I tell you, or at least try
I explain that a boy crossed the universe
Riding a donkey with silver wings
Looking for the star called 'Renata'
Who dances salsa with an asteroid
Named Julian Rodriguez from Malta
Evil, conceited, traitor, outlaw
Known bandit in the Milky Way
For selling independent stars
To semi-space multinational companies
And you fall asleep

Long live the nights, the sun, the salt on your lips