Iluso en español – Ricardo Arjona

It was a gray Thursday, it rained.
Ask me a Remis, he said.
In the lobby of a cheap hotel.
It comes from renting their skin for a while.
With the excitement of duty.

Acrobatics of pleasure, feigned.
Hire an orgasm, with noises.
Carmine puts in his mouth, low.
Scratch the cobblestones, his footsteps.
Anyone who has something to the nose, he asked.

Could be useful a handkerchief?.
Costumes of naivete, my hook.
Something to no sleep, idiot.
If you could ask me my clothes.
Is snow Pa’l desvelo now

I think a hundred could adjust, you animas.
And this DEPA while crossing the corner.
I’m just like you, tart.
I invite you to build light tomorrow.
No te quiero pa ‘disorderly bed.

It is not what you do with your mouth my broken wrist I call.
You can leave my clothes do not need my broken wrist.
It is not dampen the warmth.
Delve into your waist so’m looking for.
It’s a little tenderness to see if what I’m going cure.
He said if no smile, walk.

¿Tell me if sex without pleasure, you turn on?.
Only if the customer is a woman, do you understand?.
Concealed argue this clear.
Do not you think I feel weird.
Everyone liked her and her passion, he said.

You could hold your hand?.
Give me one hundred to begin with, and we talked.
The look in my pants and nothing.
I was under the mattress and they were.
They gave as one who buys a pair of wings.

It is not what you do with your mouth my broken wrist I call.
You can leave my clothes do not need my broken wrist.
It is not dampen the warmth.
Delve into your waist so’m looking for,
It’s a little tenderness to see if what I’m going cure.

I look at the bureau and without smiling, now.
If your ex is the bureau’s no deal.
With his hand pointed to the portrait.
You know her? I asked, confused.
It was for me who I let you, dreamer