Do not talk about cotidianidades...........

 

Do not talk about cotidianidades, 

I do not know what that is. 

Tell me about revolution while walking around town 

and nobody hit me stop to look in my eyes and bite my lip. 

I want to love your contradiccionles and fill you. 

Because if you ask me, 

you are precious storms and landslides, 

only when it is you who chooses.