Dulce Locura

I sell the inventory of memories of the most beautiful story I ever heard in my life
I sell the script of the saddest and most beautiful movie I ever saw in my life
I sell the chords, the brilliant melody, and the lyrics I will compose in my life
I even sell the poster announcing the premiere of the moment I will live in my life

I understand that you left
And now I pay my sentence
But don't ask me
To want to live

Without your moon
Without your sun
Without your sweet madness
I become small and tiny
The night dreams of you and mocks
I try to hug you and you vanish

I sell a worn-out camera that captured the gaze I will record in my life
I sell two expired tickets that were in the second row I will break in my life
I sell two reserved seats from centuries ago and now I realize I sat in my life
I even sell the poster announcing the premiere of the moment I will live in my life

I understand that you left
And now I pay my sentence
But don't ask me
To want to live

Without your moon
Without your sun
Without your sweet madness
I become small and tiny
The night dreams of you and mocks
I try to hug you

Without your moon
Without your sun
Without your sweet madness
Crying like a rainy day
My soul takes off and looks for you
On a journey from which it will never return

I will climb every night to search
For your moon on my roof
The memory of a hug
That still makes me shiver

Without your moon
Without your sun
Without your sweet madness
I become small and tiny
The night dreams of you and mocks
I try to hug you

Without your moon
Without your sun
Without your sweet madness
Crying like a rainy day
My soul takes off and looks for you
On a journey from which it will never return