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I want to see (or open letter)

I see your smile all day,
hear the melody of your voice.
Qusiera be the twinkle in your eyes, undressing
comb your splendor,
the corner that you see when you walk.

Hello, you .

say "strange", but what - you know you're not for me no stranger, but it is to have that feeling at all for you. Never I saw that video you recorded of the steps you gave before you get home, and wanted to see them, and the streets, I wondered what they were, what they seemed, if they had the same holes that I have around here. I want to know why you keep coming over here, why did you call me on your last night with all the hanging not, why the endless stamped near-daily were boring. Should confess, maybe I lied - there was nobody in the room on the second floor nowhere, waiting for taxis zero. I was at home. In my room, sitting on my bed, about to eat a fruit (half orange). I want to know why. And while I care little, you know? Know or do not give me as much, but never both. When I saw the video of this song, I thought of months ago, many months. How much I used my voice on the corny who wrote the music I listened.

The shape of your lips
and want to be your last pain.

Now assume that definitely still the same, believing the same merde the world, something you're not, and you know it and pretend not to know at the same time. And you're still drinking coffee, watching sometimes cinnamon and seriously thinking of putting it. You were anise, remember? The voice in my ear before bedtime. And upon waking.

try not to hurt you I promise, I promise to give you everything
me.

I thought and laughed. You laugh too. I know you're laughing, and continue to do so knowing that-this-is for you, and I will spend lines because I feel like it, and I lose my life. "I promise to try not to hurt you." Needless to clarify you that is a luxury I can afford and now, after walking through the park Miraflores and half Chinese.

So, hit me back then. Why?
And see the video , and listen to the song, and answer me.
I like the first two things a lot and have nothing to do with you.



PD: Café Tacuba brings out the best and worst in me.