Do you remember what was what happened in Madrid, in the Atocha station on March 11?
THE EAR OF VAN GOGH - THURSDAY
If a bit prettier and smarter, especially if, if magazine,
have the courage to cross the car and wondering who you are.
You sit in front and did not imagine that I have for you my pretty skirt,
and see you throw a glass yawn flooded my eyes.
suddenly look at me, look at you and sigh, I close my eyes, you look away,
hardly breathe, I do little girl and I start to shake.
And the days go by Monday through Friday, as the swallows Becher's poem,
from station to station, facing you and me, the silence comes and goes.
suddenly look at me ...
And then it happens, wake up my lips, pronounce your name stammered
suppose you think, you silly girl, and I want to die.
But time stops, you come saying, I do not know you and I missed you, each morning
reject the direct and choose the train.
And we're almost there, my life has changed, a special day, this March 11,
take me hand, we arrive to a tunnel that turns off the light.
I find your face with my hands, I become brave and kiss you on the lips,
say you love me and I give you the last breath of my heart.
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