are thirty days and one night over
which you live today unashamedly
time no longer exists, nor a magician
I hide from the port of San Blas.
was not and today I hope
today love travel again
and returned to stay in the closet
and give me his magic in a brew.
Today is eleven, is perfect.
resentment, hatred and even reluctance
eludes me and goes hollow.
Today is not spring, summer, today is
because the heat you give me is March
your style and your love silver, quartz.
Arjona Stop or Neruda, you are today
which taught me about real love
give me the breaks and all appliances,
cons of this cold, give me shelter,
and you take away all fear, all fear.
Today is one month, one month of being with you. 
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