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Jugar al Despiste (Maqueta)

Escribí una movida tan normal
como tú, como yo y como es.
Conté la historia de mi vida en verso "abc"
que a veces me conviene.
Soñé que la vida es una peli de Buñuel,
que nunca acaba bien,
que siempre me pone a cien.
Que no te tengo delante
y eres lo más importante.
Mi mente es la lavadora,
mis palabras son las manchas,
mi boca es una pistola,
se dispara si te marchas,
pero no cuentes las horas
que no he pasado contigo,
yo no cuento ni una sola,
se me han pasado dormido.
Cuando mi alma se enamora
entre ronquido y ronquido.
Después de comerme el tarro dejé de escribir,
qué cosas más raras pienso, pensé.
Te busqué en el garito que siempre sueles ir,
pero no te encontré,
aunque no perdí la fe,
y hoy te escribo en un papel
"no tengo Internet"
o pinto en la pared,
¡la pared pa quien la pinte!
o hago un disco de Jazz para jugar al despiste.
Que no te tengo delante
y eres lo más importante.
Mi mente es la lavadora,
mis palabras son las manchas,
mi boca es una pistola,
se dispara si te marchas,
pero no cuentes las horas
que no he pasado contigo,
yo no cuento ni una sola,
se me han pasado dormido.
Cuando mi alma se enamora
entre ronquido y ronquido.
Mi mente es la lavadora,
mis palabras son las manchas,
mi boca es una pistola,
se dispara si te marchas,
pero no cuentes las horas
que no he pasado contigo,
yo no cuento ni una sola,
se me han pasado dormido.
Después de comerme el tarro dejé de escribir.

Playing Dumb (Demo)

I wrote something as normal
as you, as me, as it is.
I told my life story in "ABC" verse
which sometimes suits me.
I dreamt life was a Buñuel film,
that never ends well,
that always gets me going.
That I don't have you in front of me
and you're the most important thing.
My mind is the washing machine,
my words are the stains,
my mouth is a gun,
it fires if you leave,
but don't count the hours
that I haven't spent with you,
I don't count a single one,
they've passed me by in sleep.
When my soul falls in love
between snores and snores.
After racking my brain, I stopped writing,
what strange things I think, I thought.
I looked for you at the bar you always go to,
but I didn't find you,
although I didn't lose faith,
and today I write to you on paper
"I don't have internet"
or I paint on the wall,
the wall for whoever paints it!
or I make a Jazz record to play dumb.
That I don't have you in front of me
and you're the most important thing.
My mind is the washing machine,
my words are the stains,
my mouth is a gun,
it fires if you leave,
but don't count the hours
that I haven't spent with you,
I don't count a single one,
they've passed me by in sleep.
When my soul falls in love
between snores and snores.
My mind is the washing machine,
my words are the stains,
my mouth is a gun,
it fires if you leave,
but don't count the hours
that I haven't spent with you,
I don't count a single one,
they've passed me by in sleep.
After racking my brain, I stopped writing.