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Even in these times fast as a Cadillac without brakes,
daily
have a minute you close your eyes and enjoy by lying
less.

Even in these times in which I'm happy in another way, every day
have that moment when I play
spring
to have you forward.

Even in these times back to laugh with friends,
every day have the time
in which breathing is a must for me
ungrateful.

And the pain would go much further if
're inside my soul,
if you look like a ghost
who lives in the mirrors.

Even in these times
trivial as a costume ball,
every day have a few hours
to scream at the break of dawn, the lack
do to me.

Even in these times to learn to live without a wait, every day I have

relapse and want to forget but I can not forget
I can not forget.


(letter) Joaquin Sabina