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I guess it should be expected from me To still try looking for you in songs Where have you gone? You never warned me I'd feel this lonely Octavio Octavio, it is likely you're just another name Faceless, traceless Like the stars in my dreams I'm all bones, you're all sheets Haunt me in the realm of dreams, te lo pido Cariño Do you understand this Spanglish tongue? Can you feel the latido of my anxious heart? Octavito, chiquitito If there was a time of pastel pinks and blues And yellow ribbons If there was a time of citrus and lime And air-drying linen If there were days of tu y yo Birds and bees Half-creaked windows And shaky knees I'd like to visit those days, mi gansito Is there an us in the summer Some summers from now? The shortest nights, the longest season Is there any way to tell? I'd like to know, amorcito Octavio, mi pan dulce Mi corazon de papel, mi pajarito You exist sweetly in my thoughts If no place else
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
Sometimes I write letters and poems to people who may or may not exist. This one is for Octavio, whoever he is.
I guess it should be expected from me To still try looking for you in songs Where have you gone? You never warned me I'd feel this lonely Octavio Octavio, it is likely you're just another name Faceless, traceless Like the stars in my dreams I'm all bones, you're all sheets Haunt me in the realm of dreams, te lo pido Cariño Do you understand this Spanglish tongue? Can you feel the latido of my anxious heart? Octavito, chiquitito If there was a time of pastel pinks and blues And yellow ribbons If there was a time of citrus and lime And air-drying linen If there were days of tu y yo Birds and bees Half-creaked windows And shaky knees I'd like to visit those days, mi gansito Is there an us in the summer Some summers from now? The shortest nights, the longest season Is there any way to tell? I'd like to know, amorcito Octavio, mi pan dulce Mi corazon de papel, mi pajarito You exist sweetly in my thoughts If no place else
The record is skipping on Josephine Baker's Breezin' Along With the Breeze. I guess it should be expected of me to take this as a sign from you to me.
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
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