It was on Bob Dylan's birthday,
the day he met her,
and as soon as they saw each other,
they felt the affirmation of the heart that was not wrong.
Not wrong.
The whole island burned,
they dusted off the passion,
they had that roof,
they were covered with Madrid,
he seemed to be so alone,
she was alone,
and
she was very serious,
she said,
don't kiss,
it's much more cruel,
much more cruel.
Please,
kill me.
It was
the farewell book.
He was coming,
so handsome, he had been ordering his life.
Convince me, convince me.
She looked the other way with her
tired eyes and left without saying goodbye.
He had been cheating so much
and even the sky got
angry and cried shamelessly.
And when he
woke up,
he was gone,
he was gone.
But it was not true, he said,
how long
without kissing,
like this, like this, she said.
Oh, she,
what's wrong with your woman?
Nothing happens,
it seems so cruel.
And she, very serious,
said,
don't kiss,
it's much more cruel,
much more cruel.
It was on Bob Dylan's birthday,
the day he met her,
as soon as they saw each other,
they felt the affirmation of the heart that was not wrong.