Cosas Viejas

Listening to old things I remember her today, what best happened, defending that so pure and if not my instinct at least rescue along with my truth and death comes slowly but still follows me, and I will try not to look back and if everything has an end and you only said burning bones silencing those thousand words, the suburbs always follow where you were so you know me or at least I tried, and she wants to do it but good afternoons don't work, I'll take another step back, and licking her wounds I'll spend the night and what, if someone can see us, listening to old things I remember her today, what best happened, your greatness as a good lady and luxury guest you were always there because those tables are so long for me the suburbs will continue where I was born, so you know me or at least I tried...