Besos En La Frente

The glasses of freckles
With wrist complex
Chipped
Rub her naked body
Against the white and mute linen
from the pillow

invisible among people
Doomed to be decent
According to legend, they hung him from his neck.
Those who never invited her
to his bed

When the party dies
They all find a partner
Less Lola
That leaves, without being kissed
To fall asleep like everyone else
lonely night
And a salty tear
Jam flavored
of tenderness
Wet the floor of your bedroom
Where a mirror steals
The beauty

Nobody knows how they burn in their mouth
So many kisses that he hasn't given
His heart is so wide open and so rusty
Lustful eyes of a man who in the last subway
They search and desire
They never look into the cleavage of ugly women

Kisses on the forehead
kisses on the forehead
Kisses on the forehead
Nobody tries to go further
I wanted to try

I who, in things of love
I have never been guided by
The appearances
At her waist I found
A butterfly of
Concupiscence

The most explosive ladies
They left me in bed
Frozen
- "Be careful when undressing me
Don't go ruining me
My hairstyle " -

Lola has understood it, by ways
Hidden has searched
The water that flows from the dark spring of sin
And although it has left me marked like a map
From scratches on the back
I never found so much heat as under her skirt
And I have asked him: Come with me, even if the rock
Say: Dude, how bad you are doing this
Fed up as I was with so much insipid and stupid beauty

Step from false beauty just like the wise man
That he does not change Paris for his village
And I embrace the naked truth of my ugly

Kisses on the forehead
kisses on the forehead
Kisses on the forehead
Nobody tries to go further
I wanted to try