onacarom
Member
The clock rings and she jumps out of the bed
the clock rings
she jumps out of bed
she washed
she combs
she drinks the coffee
paints her lips
puta on the gloves
puts on the coat
and runs down the stairs
and goes out on the street
She turn the corner
cross the sidewalk
and looks for his face
among the people accompanying
in the bus stop
maybe he won't come today
maybe he can't today
but there he is
that man with sad eyes
and kisses for give on his mouth
The bus arrives
and they both sit
one behind the other
without knowing
that both long for each other
in that route that unites
and disunites them
half an hour
the clock rings
she jumps out of bed
she washed
she combs
she drinks the coffee
paints her lips
puta on the gloves
puts on the coat
and runs down the stairs
and goes out on the street
She turn the corner
cross the sidewalk
and looks for his face
among the people accompanying
in the bus stop
maybe he won't come today
maybe he can't today
but there he is
that man with sad eyes
and kisses for give on his mouth
The bus arrives
and they both sit
one behind the other
without knowing
that both long for each other
in that route that unites
and disunites them
half an hour