Oda a Hans Gamarra

Ode to Hans Gamarra

I'll draw your arms
I'll draw your feet
And I'll put sandals on your steps
So they can guide me this time

And if you tell me you've already thought about it
That you've forgotten your pride
And you want to come back to me
That I'm not as much of a wimp as you said
I'll wait for you
But you know very well that I'm not the same
That you left, now I study
Business management at an institute
Very punk so you'll see

I have more friends on Facebook
Than a not-recommended artist has fans
I have a friend named Ana
She gives me a flat rate every day
I don't have to pay her interest
She doesn't post home remedies or nonsense on Facebook
She doesn't tell me she loves me, sweetheart, chubby
And all those cute little things you used to say
We're like when Hans Gamarra composed
Thinking he was Daniel or El RAEZ
I'm going to Germany, I forgot about you
This time Teresa Bucsor will tell me what to do
She'll tell me she's going to sleep with me
She won't look at my flaws, she'll sleep with me
She'll wake up in the morning, ask if I've eaten
And you'll look at me happily
I'll smile in Facebook photos
Don't worry, I won't delete you
You won't have any more punishment than being yourself
So I'll keep following the master

So I simply won't say goodbye
I know I said goodbye but deep down
It was you who wanted to leave, not me
It was you, not me
Tell me what you'll do on Sundays
Tell me what you'll do without my love
The one I gave you
I know I'm such a wimp
You tell me so often
That when I look in the mirror
I feel so naked and I see nothing else
But your indifference
Your single mother complexes
Your naked moments
Your random afternoons
Anticuchos in Pachacamac
This time I'll pay
I swear, I won't ask for Chinese breakfast
No more fava bean punch
Starting tomorrow, yogurt and pure salad
And when you get your degree
And marry someone who makes you happy
And leaves you like me
And they tell you so many things that don't matter
There are no explanations that save love
When it's broken into pieces
Talk to me, tell me what you've done this month end
What excuse will you come up with?
Will you tell me to give you back
Now that there's nothing left to give
What will you invent?
Will you ask me to return the hugs
The I love yous and the love
But you know as well as I do
That we're still surplus
That it was best to part ways
There are more people in the world from now on
I won't cry anymore