domingo, 21 de febrero de 2010

Who has stolen from me in April

In the put one of the failure
Where there is neither consolation nor elevator
The abandonment and the dampness
They Share mattress
And when for the street
The life happens(passes) as a hurricane
The man of the gray suit
Extracts a dirty calendar of the pocket And outcry

The one who has stolen from me in April
How it could to me happen to me
Who has stolen me in April
It was guarding in the booth
Where I guard the heart

The girl of BUP almost all
The subjects suspended
The course(year) that pregnant
That lad left her
And when in the slate(blackboard) the teacher of Latin spends(passes)
List Tears of dislike
Roll about the pages of a note-pad
And in he(she) writes

Who has stolen from me in April
How it could to me happen
But, who has stolen me in April
He(she) was guarding It in the booth
Where I guard the heart

The husband of my mother
In the last train it(he,she) left
With a peluquera
Twenty years minor
And when they exhibit these laughs
Of instamatic in Paris
Defeated in the armchair
It(He,She) fades up seeing Falconcrest
My old woman, and he(she) thinks,

Who has stolen from me in April
How it could to me happen
But, who has stolen me in April
He(she) was guarding It in the booth
Where I guard the heart