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Cause I need you If you ever remember / When I was by your side .... Tell


If you slept more than an hour from Saturday to Sunday was a real lucky. I go to bed at 4.30 am, if I sleep, if not (rather no) and walking (Yes, Sunday!) At 7.15 am. And the sun and heat and warmth and heat and heat ... and drifters!

Of course, on Friday I start the course ... at last!

And now that the downturn becomes ... rain returns.


I had a button without a buttonhole, a silkworm,
half pair of clown shoes and a soul on auction, a Hispanic
olivetti with caries, a train delay, Atleti
a portfolio for a face glass ass,

a fee-paying school, a compass, a round table,
a nut or snack Adam least one rib, a bike
diabetic, a cluster, a Cirrus, a strato,
King Belshazzar a camel, a cat without a cat,

my Annie Hall, my Mona Lisa, my Wendy, ladies first,
my Cantinflas, my Snowball, my three Musketeers,
my Tintin, my yo-yo, my whiteners, my seven of cups,
the hallway where you undressed without your clothes.

My hiding place, my treble clef, my wristwatch, a lamp
Ali Baba in a hat,
did not know that spring lasted a second,
I wanted to write the most beautiful song in the world.

I present to my grandfather bastard, my wife's maiden
the sponsor who sponsored me in the Foreign Legion,
my hermano gemelo, patrón de la merca ambulante,
a Simbad el marino que tuvo un sobrino cantante,

al putón de mi prima Carlota y su perro salchicha,
a mi chupa de cota de mallas contra la desdicha,
mariposas que cazan en sueños los niños con granos
cuando sueñan que abrazan a Venus de Milo sin manos.

Me libré de los tontos por ciento, del cuento del bisnes,
dando clases en una academia de cantos de cisne,
con Simón de Cirene hice un tour por el monte Calvario,
¿qué harías tú si Adelita se fuera con un comisario?

Frente al cabo de poca esperanza arrié mi bandera,
si me pierdo de vista esperadme on the waiting list,
inherited a bottle of rum from a dying tramp,
forgot the lesson around a deep coma.

I could never sing a song
pull the slime of the sea, lightning vein
of tears to mourn when worthwhile
page pregnant in the belly of a bloc globetrotting
drop ink in the angry anthem.

I wanted to write the most beautiful song in the world