De niños, él te miraba pasar a la panadería desde el visillo de su balcón todos los domingos a la misma hora. Vos, con tu pollerita azul y tus trenzas de niña de barrio. Y luego, te vio pasar camino a tu colegio secundario cuando él también iba al colegio, a la misma hora y todos los días. Eras intocable, increíblemente prohibida e inaccesible. Verdaderamente imposible. Años más tarde, apareciste en su habitación, y como hacía frío, te pusiste su camisa.
Si usas sus camisas
No se quién es, ¡pero usa tus camisas!
Escrito en Buenos Aires, a mis 25 años.
Que cosas que siente,
que todo parece distinto.
Ocurre que puede saberse curioso.
si usas sus camisas
el mundo se cambia de pronto.
Te mira, sonríe y trata
de ser imparcial. Pero,
si usas sus camisas
el mundo se agranda.
Llenar de tu piel, sus camisas
no es suerte de todos los tiempos.
No hay gloria mas grande,
no hay magia más fuerte.
Disfruta de un logro soberbio,
si usas su camisas.
Quizás cuando hacen
un mar de deseo, jugando
en tu pelo, tu boca y tu cuerpo,
no tengan conciencia que el juego
ha empezado... si usas sus camisas
Recitada por Ricardo Delgado, “Si precisas una ayuda, si te hace falta un consejo, acordate de este amigo que ha de jugarse el pellejo, pa ayudarte en lo que sea”¨.
Recited by Ricardo Delgado; “If you need help, if you need advice, remember this friend who will risk his soul to help you in whatever you need.”
Recited by Daniel Tarquini, my Mendocino brother--a super good friend!
As a child, he would watch you from his window going to the bakery every Sunday at the same time. It was you, with your little blue skirt and your girlish braids. Then, he watched you walk to your high school as he walked to school too. You were untouchable, incredibly forbidden and unattainable. Years later, you appeared in his room and since it was cold, you put on his shirt.
If You Wear His Shirts
Written in Buenos Aires, at my 25 years old
How weird he feels That everything seems different. It looks like it could be interesting. If you use his shirts, The world suddenly changes. He looks at you, smiles and tries to be impartial. But if you use his shirts, The world becomes bigger. To fill his shirt with your skin. This is not everyday luck. There is no higher glory, Nor stronger magic. He enjoys a unique triumph. If you use his shirt,
Maybe when you both make A sea of desires, him playing With your hair, your lips and your body There is no notice that the game Has started, if you use his shirts.
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