20.11.2021
Castellana 21
Castellana 211, weekendTwo in the morning, there I am
More than 36 years are always a brake
To fully indulge in any temptation
But suddenly I see her from table to table
As the bee does, from flower to flower
Handing us drinks without ever missing
Laughter or a phrase of love in her mouth
Who closes the door to that adventure?
She 23 years old, me alone there
Broken already the schemes of sanity
Before I knew it I was already there
Tangled up in a dream on the highest point
Not knowing how and when I was going to get out
And that's how we got to breakfast
Castellana 21, the two of us at last
August 17 among her clothes
The heat leaves little to guess
And even if one doesn't want to, the eyes go2
Without her seeming to care either
Who closes the door to that adventure?
She 23 years old, me alone there
Broken already the schemes of sanity
Before I knew it I was already there
Tangled up in a dream on the highest point
Not knowing how and when I was going to get out
And that's how we got to breakfast
Castellana 21, there in Madrid