15 de Marzo

Between your happiness and my memory
There were promises and silences
Queen in your doll room
Nights of hands and dreams.

March 15th is far away
Two rings of 40 bucks
My important friend, I think of you
My issue with your kiss is serious.

My sad friend
We lacked that bridge
Where to cross
When everything hurts.

My beautiful friend
The star went out
The hopscotch is gone
You left with her.

Now we are three in the mirror
My friend, me, and that fresh love
I don't want to tempt desires
I swing between your face and
Our kiss.

The hopscotch is gone.
We left with her.