Vicky Cristina Barcelona
Because of you I have my bandages on every finger nails are bitten more than they should and My skin cracks like a desert that everyone cares
Because of you I have tears on your lips and I do not remember having paid I am ashamed of the salt from my eyes the color of I'm afraid my hair to be in love
My riddle my question I tried to understand the answers to questions I know you tried of the heart by up being I wanted to know what flavor it had to be you Because of you I wanted to know what you ate this morning that you drank the drink that you listened to on the tram I wanted to feel your aftershave on her pillow to watch you shave buttocks molded into a short mouse gray sport I wanted to kiss the corner of a street to hold you against me on a bench in May and the same for all other not months until the end of time finally you like it bothers me not to drink tea and drunk to lazy to Greece Te make love on a couch and fall on the dusty floor have It's a bad wake up dream is not it's a nightmare I'll wake up My heart is shaking like maracas is beautiful spain you tell me the new I want to travel you are my my basket my airplane wing my little cargo ship my my my hat my lotto number my mess my one and only my favorite canary my my my husband Tsar you my my me me me look what you do to me because of you
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