Libera tu mente nena.
Olvida lo que quieres, olvida lo que habías pensado que buscabas, olvida tus planes, no me vuelvas a preguntar la hora.
Resulta que a veces, sin comerlo ni beberlo, dos personas se ven atrapados en una bendita aureola de energía sideral e, inmersos en este no cumpleaños, la vida les brinda la oportunidad de fundirse, de gozarse, de explorarse, de conocerse, de amarse, de hacer que, por un milisegundo cúbico, las coordenadas espaciotemporales sean abolidas y 1+1 sea bastante más que 2.
Resulta que, esas veces, esas raras y escasas veces, no hay más remedio que suprimir ideas preconcebidas y abolir todo atisbo de plan o estrategia, dejándose traspasar por la belleza y abrazando la hermosa silueta del azar.
a: <Sí, pero ¿Qué hora es?>
b: <Es hora de irse.>
a,b: <¡Adiós?>
Mucha mierda 
You lean on the edge of the bar and you look at me
With such eyes and what if it’s a dream
You pass by me and say
Hello, your smile is like a little girl oh
Is this a crime
when you touch my hand and I feel the sky
And I’m wondering if this a crime
when you passed behind you touch my hits on the better sides
And then you kill my doubts saying, smile
And you hold my hand strong
You get me, you take me, you break me oh
What a sweet suicide
I’m wondering if this a crime
When you see me smile
Ehhh, ohhhh
Oh, is this a crime
When I pass your side with a little smile
I’m sorry but I’m dealing
Then my eyes just said go on
And my back could feel the cold
Then you take off all my clothes
I was breathing laid in bed
And you take my legs, and you take inside
and I thought that life, coludn’t be so good
Oh my love……. is this a new suicide
And I just wanna to know
Oh, it’s all, my strong little guy
Eh, Oh,
and this is, baby this is , oh this is a crime
And I atart to cry
is this a crime
I’m in this eh, brother I say
brother and lover
I gave enough to stay
I try to stay, into, into, into
oh is this a crime
when you’r getting inside…
I can feel that it it’s all right