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Sin nada en qué pensar
más que en el dulce sonar
de la voz de su amado,
repitiendo sin cesar
todo lo que la ha añorado.
Mientras, siente mil demonios
que le impide que le ame.
Tal vez no es diablo, sino ángel.
Y es que, al mirarle a los ojos,
sabe que es dulce amistad
lo que siente en realidad.
Pero es algo tan hermoso
que es fácil de confundir
con ese sentir precioso
que es el amor, ¡ay de ti!
Tiene miedo de perderle
como amigo de aventuras
por culpa de una locura
disfrazada de pasión.
Y es que no quiere un amor
que pueda contar por días.
Lo que quiere es su amistad,
tenerla toda la vida
y sentir su compañía
por siempre, siempre jamás.

Marijuana Essence

I saw your face on the other side
Of the thundered window.
You were tinged with blood
(jelly flavoured blood),
shocked, restless, empty...
A look into your eyes made me see
How it hurts when you don’t understand
Why the world falls right on your head.
Were you weeping?
I think I saw a tear sliding down...
On your face... to your chest...
I saw the way it was getting mixed up
In a puddle with that vital syrup
Which runs through your veins.
God bless the day you made me inhale
Your blood’s scent!
You became a bracing source of
MARIJUANA ESSENCE:
Your eyes were disengaged,
Your mouth was drooling (oh, holly spittle!)
Your muscles were tense
And the homicidal knife was lying beside you.
“Help me!”- you said.
But you blood was running from you
(What should I do?)
I felt like I had to be merciful, so
I took out my gun and
I shot you in the face
Until there was no face to shoot.
I saw your body (your headless body)
It was tinged with blood and brain tissue,
Dead, senseless, pathetic...
I think I need some cocaine now...