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Music is playing so loud
Energy is filling my veins
Smoking a drag from my Marlboro reds
Your voice resonating inside my head.

My fingers expand while thinking about you
My fingertips one by one remain silent thinking about your face.

I hate when you don't listen
I hate when you are stubborn and deaf.

Every syllable comes out right
Your chest is the place where I rest
Where I feel peace
My safety guard.

Tonight New York feels different
The city feels lonely
You brighten every street corner
You keep on crashing my life.

Image of hope
Future of mine
I'll wait
I'll stand still.

L E S

My mouth is dry
My eyes are closing
I need a bed
I need to rest.

In the midst of the night
Humidity is fucking up my hair
I can't see straight
Tonight's been rough.

Still hearing his accent
Still looking for someone who could be you
A man who would speak to me with your words.

Flushing my veins in a glass
My heart is aching and I don't know why
Reads 6.60 on the taxi
My head is resting, begging to get away from emotions.

Still not understanding
Why I kept on expecting directions
West and south got mixed together.

Trying to focus on a dream that can not happen
Tying memories one to the other
Blowing the damage again
Gathering reactions whenever I tell someone I've met you.

Ghost

Closing my eyes
Capturing your shadow
Phrases from the past
Air bouncing inside the empty room.

Solitude and quietness
An umbrella covering emotions
Tasting my lower back
Tasting my lips.

From the other side of the country
A ghost once came
He spoke my language
Slightly apologizing for his accent.

Over and over again
I keep replaying the sweet sound of his voice
Tripping downwards
Reaching further.

One afternoon after two months
You surprised me
I was mad
I was injured.

It hurts, its true, it hurts
To smell your sweat
To share a regular morning.

You leave, every time you leave
I wait and wait and wait
Creating stories in my head
Manipulating my reality.

The ghost nods
The ghost says yes
The ghost keeps me with his eyes staring
With his thirst for hunting.

I wish I could peel his skin
To eat every bone from his skeleton
To have him sleep quietly
To have him scream with joy.

Waiting, I keep waiting
Hours seem like days
Minutes seem like years
Visualizing the back of his neck.

Always calling my name in deep silence
Tonight I'm calling yours with affection
A roller coaster of emotions
Holding my waist , I beg you to stay.

But you always leave
Cause you don't even exist.

No escucho nada mas que un avion que vuela, el sonido de los coches.

Mi respiracion se agita al recordar tu nombre.

Me entran las ansias de tocarte la cara, de oler tu pecho y darte besos todo el dia.

Eres lo que quiero, lo que no tengo, lo que deseo, lo que extrano y lo que me fascina.

Si pudiera tenerte esta noche junto a mi, te repetiria cuantas veces me haz hecho falta.

Noche de martes

Quiero una noche como la del martes pasado donde apagadas las luces me quitaste lo que estorbaba para sentirme. No veía, pero olía y tocaba tu pecho que huele igual al día en el que te conocí, es ese olor que no caduca y vuelve loca a mi nariz, que quedo guardado en la memoria de mi olfato.

Fue fácil sentirme bien por eso tan único que tienes, que me obliga a tocarte automáticamente cuando estamos acostados en la cama viendo el techo. (Cuando hablas cuentas historias que me hacen reír hasta que me duele el estomago.)

Quiero quedarme con tus huesos, tu clavícula y tu cadera, con tus manos y tus besos, con tu lengua y tu pelo. Quiero que sea mía tu voz, tus historias y tus estrellas. Contigo voy a donde me pidas si me prometes que las noches van a estar llenas de cuentos y no de sueño. Solo si dejas esos nueve años atrás y dices adiós para siempre. Quiero que no te vayas para que no sienta como mi pecho arde y mi estomago se vacía. Quiero muchas noches como la del martes.

No se cuando vaya a volver a tenerte otro dia porque no eres mío, ni lo serás. Quédate con tu costumbre y tu rutina. Yo me quedo aquí este miércoles en el que no dejo de pensar en ti.