Lucia

Clothes
Hang
I see a thread
Her panties
Yellow
They give randomness and make her sigh
As she walks

We're going to Barranco to test our luck

The faces that release mischievous smiles
Mr. gentleman from Lima
Who now resides in Argentina
And like José Antonio he approaches
With a grin from ear to ear
Carved with cocaine

Miraflores
San Isidro

Lucia wakes up in a strange room
But this will be
But this will be the last time
Like that time
If you see her
You tell her
I miss you
Lucia lady woman
Who wants to have goosebumps
Little girl jewel from Lima
With a heart low in self-esteem
Scratched with clay