I have here under my dress well hidden your cursed kisses
Butterflies that at dawn on the way back home came with me
I have here under the bed every dawn that we undid
I have so many things and none are in their place

I have here inside a glass the first wave of that morning
I have in one of my curls the rhythm of the tango you always danced
I have written in a sigh those words we never said
I have so many things and none are in their place

After you, I understood that time does not make friends
How short was love, and how long the forgetting

I will be your light, I will be a disguise, a street lamp that lights up as you pass
Any butterfly, the polar star that comes alone and leaves alone
I will be the taste of a kiss in the sea
An old proverb about how to forget
I will be immortal because I am your destiny

I have here under my pillow your photograph in front of Santa Clara
It says more than a thousand words and I answer that I loved you too
I have the window open because that's how time escapes without seeing you
I have so many things, I have them all in my mind

After you, I understood that time does not make friends
How short was love, and how long the forgetting

I will be your light, I will be a disguise, a street lamp that lights up as you pass
Any butterfly, the polar star that comes alone and leaves alone
I will be the taste of a kiss in the sea
An old proverb about how to forget
I will be immortal

I will be that mole that adorns your skin, a dove near where you are
A stroke of luck, the three o'clock coffee, a look that makes you go crazy
I will be the voice that warns on the train, a premonition that everything will be fine
I will be immortal
I will be immortal
I will be immortal, because I am your destiny

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