New Bolero
No talking at night,
No breakfast together,
No sparks in your eyes.
Busy most of the time,
out from this empty house.
No kisses in the morning,
nor late at night when you come back.
No flowers on Valentine's day,
no more boleros to dance.
My dear husband, I'm so sorry
to misunderstand the way you are.
Dear husband I made a mistake,
I drank the wrong cocktail on a depressing day,
thinking you were cheating me
in a Hotel with no name.
Meanwhile, I was drowning in
a glass of champagne,
dancing a new bolero with a stranger.
It was for you that I did it,
it was my bad interpretation,
my mistake no to ask.
Now, that is too late,
I understood that you didn't care
about those small things,
which really were important for me at that time,
when you were working for me to have the best,
while I was dancing a bolero with somedoy else.
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