Does A Hymen Look Like

Title: Now that

Now that we kiss so slow, now
learn ballroom dancing, now that a
pension is a palace, which never fails

space for more than a heart ...
florists Now that I greet, now that I
doctorate in lingerie
now you naked and bare me,
and in the season certainly die
a commuter train ...
Now that we stayed in bed,
Monday, Tuesday and holy days,
now that I do not remember pajamas, or cut out the crossword
,
not kill me if you go.
Now I have a soul
did not have. Now that sounds palms

for joy.
Now that nothing is sacred
or on wet, rainy
yet. Now that we

to annoy waves.
Now that is so lonely
loneliness.
Now that all the tales, the story

seem to never start.

Now Put us another and what should be,
now that the world is newly painted,
now that the storms are so brief and duels
dare not to grieve too ...

Now that is so far the oblivion, now that I
perfume every day,
now, without knowing, we know
love each other, as expected, not love us still ...

Now that trample week,
fleeting, like stars in Baghdad, now
almost always, I have wanted to climb

your window and take off the mask. Now that the senses

feel without fear. Now that I say goodbye

but I stay.
Now that touch their eyes, mouths
watching, screaming
fingers.
Now that there are no vaccines or litanies
.
Now that's on the moon
police.
now exploding cars,
to sleep at night, they sleep during the day
.
Now that I write
when I leave.
Now I'm more alive than I am
.

Now that nothing is urgent,
that everything is present, there
bread today. Now

not ask you what you give.
Now that I measure
with others.
Now, all stories appear

the story never start.

Year: 1999

Lyrics:
Joaquín Sabina Music: Pretty Paco and Pancho Varona
Disco: 19 Days and 500 Nights (1999)