Apr 10, 2018
“Sadly, it looks like I was left alone And it was purely, completely all your lie. What damned bad luck, mine, To find you on that day.
For drinking from the evil venom of your love, I was left dying (moribund) and full of pain. I breathed of that bitter smoke from your goodbye And since you left all I have left is...
I wear the black shirt, Because black (is how) I have my soul. I lost my calm because of you And I almost even lost my bed.
I tell you furtively,
Because I wear the black shirt
And beneath (it) I have the deceased”
sounds like a poem, doesnt it.....it is...........camisa negra by juanes.......