Between nostalgia and homesickness
between your life and mine
between night and dawn
the days are passed.
Who does not remember that age
arrived sixteen
When we have
Some years more.
Who would not want to hide
some time yesterday
when you start to find
a wrinkle in your skin.
Thirty-three years
are no more half-life
Thirty-three years
to be in such a hurry.
Thirty-three years
to love anyone who asks
Thirty-three years
as you say who.
Sometimes I look back
with the nostalgia that gives
to remember that age
when you play to win.
And if you want to bet today
I have to lose both
And that love is ageless
you want it or not.
Thirty-three years
are no more half-life
Thirty-three years
to be in such a hurry.
Thirty-three years
to love anyone who asks
Thirty-three years
like me who would say.