Perfumes

He left looking far away
The tubes flicker
Burning so many days
Starting over again

Without leaves today in your corner
Suitcases and the couch
And no one was adapting
If he runs the plan

And now that there is nothing left,
Your whiskey, my bed, and the fan

I was looking far away
Drawer memories
And Buddha no longer sings
Nor does the sun ring

And it was when we only looked,
Perfumes, death, and a falling sky

Your piano and my voice sounded
In the silence
So many false stories...

And now I only have nothing left,
Your whiskey, my bed, and the fan

The tracks from the center
Far away your radiance
We lost the alerts
And it exploded

Hell in your laughter
The one to escape well
They were looking for horizons
And another... Again...