In a convertible

in summertime full of beautiful women

we're screaming music through red-red lips

going Tehuantepecer through soundtracks

Meanwhile I dance in the car

loaded with small people, windows up

It's winter, the one that's not going to stop me

from living dreams now

You hear? We'll never be happy someday

it's rightaway. Do it

 

 

 

I let a part of myself go

before I kissed it and held it softly

I realized I loved it

not for the beauty or other traits

but because it existed

And with a smile

I put it in the fireplace