It hurts looking at you with a guy who lacks ideas
and has too big a mouth
it hurts looking at you under anaesthetics coz things happened like that
coz luck wanted it like that
In the meantime I sit on the bench of substitutes
with the jersey on and ready to be included in your future
in the meantime I give you in the day
what he fails to give you at night
Here is your clandestine man
to play hide and seek with you like a guerrilla lover
to fill all your need of tenderness and frenzy
even if I can’t be in that photo in your parents’ lounge
or at the christening of your nephew
And so it comes that you’ve got two while I’m being split by one...
close all doors and windows
coz heaven itself is opening a branch
on the seventh floor at 11:50
while the kisses will last and the clock will allow
Close all doors and windows coz ninety minutes
will have to make it up for all the caresses that can be put in the hollows
left by secret encounters and loneliness
and it’s because now you’ve got two while I’m being split by one...
It may be that your conscience punishes you at night
just to cheer you up in the morning
it may be that one of these days we’ll have no more future
and you’ll keep going on with your drama
In the meantime give me a furtive kiss
one of those that have to be drunk like tequila: in a go and without thinking
coz they’re so full of guilt
but if there’s someone here who can win, that’s you my dear friend
even if you think the opposite
and it’s because now you’ve got two while I’m being split by one...
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