Flaca

Flaca no me claves
Tus puñales
Por la espalda
Tan profundo
No me duelen
No me hacen mal

Lejos
En el centro
De la tierra
Las raíces
Del amor
Donde estaban
Quedarán

Entre el no me olvides
Me dejes nuestros abriles olvidados
En el fondo del placard
Del cuarto de invitados
Eran tiempos dorados
De un pasado mejor

Aunque casi me equivoco
Y te digo poco a poco
No me mientas
No me digas la verdad
No te quedes callada
No levantes la voz
Ni me pidas perdón

Aunque casi te confieso
Que también he sido un perro compañero
Un perro ideal que aprendió a nadar
Y a volver al hogar
Para poder comer

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Greetings everyone, I wish you a happy and prosperous week.

With the season upon us, I wanted to remember a song I enjoyed playing with friends, a song that was among my first chords.

Calamaro wrote some amazing songs; I always remember "Hace calor" because of that crab commercial, for example. "Flaca," in this case, has become more than just a heartbreak song—it's a true alternative classic.

I sincerely hope you and your families are doing well.

Skinny

Skinny, don't stab me
With your daggers
In my back
So deep
They don't hurt
They don't harm me

Far away
In the center
Of the earth
The roots
Of love
Where they were
Will remain

Among the forget-me-nots
Leave our forgotten springs
At the bottom of the closet
In the guest room
They were golden times
Of a better past

Although I almost made a mistake
And I tell you little by little
Don't lie to me
Don't tell me the truth
No Stay quiet
Don't raise your voice
Or ask for forgiveness

Although I almost confess
That I too have been a companion dog
An ideal dog who learned to swim
And to return home
So he could eat

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