I'm still on the streets flooded with people
breath air saturated with this heat
Easter I'm still in the act of turning without notice
know myself to look over his shoulder near
not miss me when I walk I wait for
you rediscover if someone crosses the conversation
just outlined
this day dry lightness
Madero Street with hordes of people at this time
by God, that everything is softened and melts
languish and take your time
be otherwise take care girl 
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