To: Yudy Velásquez .
treat themselves Monday night to forget,
Looking cough up the nostalgia,
out the junk from the garbage can empty
meaningless, repetitive and lonely.
wasted dreams through orange colors
And a glass as a last bastion of impotence
Becomes the best shelter
keep my furniture and the vacuum you left.
right, all right!
I tell the mirror that the mirror makes me
That is not even half a year ago.
Looking inside me on Tuesday night.
I skip on Wednesday,
Since cry at 3:30 pm
Sweating and wrapped in a T
De those who give away at Christmas.
Thursdays work actually work,
To avoid thinking about what became of you,
Where these or if you see across the street.
mechanized Thursdays emotions.
finally arrived on Friday without effects of the drug,
So every sip of tequila
intend to drown half the bottle
you swim very well!
Saturday hangover, some neurons more burned.
I hope they think I neurons.
Three notes serenaded by Low.
Saturday afternoon beginning to hate.
Sunday is the worst day ...
treat themselves ... Monday night to forget.
CAMILO ANDRES
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