Ken Zazpi - Iluntzean(1)
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as every day
There is too much paint
trying to cover
the face of suffering
being unable to find
in front of the mirror
unable to remember what she wanted to be
all the time thinking
about high school times
about the canutos smoked behind the wall
her inside shouting
in those dark vestibules
the first kiss given to the boy
lost illusions
forced smiles
in the broken heart
they have blasted
unable to feel
the pain of all wounds
facing the future
surviving
with the usual minimum
as the day gets dark
on the port of Mundaka
a cigarette in hand
is fleeing far away on the waves
looking for her star
no more suffering
smiling and feeling alive
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on the port of Mundaka
a cigarette in hand
is fleeing far away on the waves
looking for her star
no more suffering
smiling and feeling alive
on the port of Mundaka
a cigarette in hand
is fleeing far away on the wave
looking for her star
no more suffering
believing again, feeling alive