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| Amor De Tele | Telly Love |
| Amo la costura de tu falda Amo la estructura de tu espalda Amo lo que ves y lo que tocas Amo lo que no es y lo provocas Amo tu frialdad ante la vida Amo tu verdad aunque es mentira Amo mucho más que tu belleza Te amo si te vas o si regresas Amo la cicatriz en tu rodilla Y ese lunar gris en tu barbilla Si no fuera porque estás metida adentro De un televisor de seis a siete Te diría lo que siento por dentro Cada vez que te besa un mequetrefe Me enamoré de la diva de la tele Cómo es de idiota el amor y cómo duele Ayer te vi de prisa y fue en vivo Y descubrí que tu sonrisa era de archivo. Me fui tras de ti para tocarte Y lo que conseguí fue enfadarte Descubrí que era ficticio el lunar gris Mientras tumbabas la puerta en mi nariz. Tendré que conformarme de seis a siete Con soñar que soy yo ese mequetrefe Me enamoré del papel de una novela Sé que tú no existes y me doy pena |
I love the tailoring of your skirt I love the shape of your back I love what you see and what you touch I love what is not and what you provoke I love your coldness towards life I love your truth although it is a lie I love much more than your beauty I love you whether you are leaving or coming back I love the scar on your knee And that grey mole on your chin If it were not because you are stuck inside A television from six to seven I would say what I feel inside Every time you kiss a good-for-nothing I fell in love with the diva on the telly How stupid love is and how it hurts Yesterday I saw you in a hurry and it was live And I discovered that your smile was from a file. I went after you in order to touch you And what I achieved was making you angry I discovered that the grey mole was fictitious While you were slamming the door on my nose. I will have be satisifed with six to seven With dreaming that I am that good-for-nothing I fell in love with a character from a novel I know that you do not exist and it makes me sad |