Do you remember me
I am not that skinny guy anymore
with a growing paunch
that is making look like a rope
with a knot in the middle
My hair is shoter
and I have an smoker cough
tha wake up at night
I live in the same place
Street Martires 28
and still keeping the same bed
that is fermentig your humidity
with the same mole
where you know
I go to the same bar
to see if I will drawn my nights
and between a new gray hair
and the desire of finding you
I am wasting my life
I already tried Yoga
The Hare Krishna and the Budu
I already tried witchcraft
a fortun-teller and a guru
but I am still getting old
my miror can't lie
and you don't show up in nowhere
Job is very good
I even have been accepted
in the MasterCard membership
and I look more the leftside
than the ride side at the menus
I got a car
I don't take the bus anymore
But I am dying to see you
to the point that our bed
I never used it again
if I have an one night stand
I tussle with her in the sofa
for not hurting the memory
that is attached to the mattress
I am the same guy of yesterday
Even if I don't respond as yesterday
you should see me
when my desire is not alive
and between talkings about Borges (Jorge Luis Borges argentinian writer)
and de Garcia Marquez (colombian writer)
I look for my best moment
I already tried Yoga
The Hare Krishna and the Budu
I already tried witchcraft
a fortun-teller and a guru
but I am still getting old
my miror can't lie
and you don't show up in nowhere