They were days of cotton candy,
wearing shorts while the rain wet a blue Summer1.
They were my first movie days,
the first marks that love tattooed in my skin.
Every Saturday at the same time in the Excélsior2
the box office cherished my double diamond dreams.
A young girl who sold the tickets,
who broke my soul in pieces when she smiled behind the glass.
And when on screen the Millenium Falcon roared coming to the rescue,
I was Han Solo and she was Princess Leia giving me my change
and two tickets for heaven with Indiana Jones by my side,
lost, looking for the treasure you and I used to hide.
Continous showing by your side, I am your eighth passenger,
going for a walk in the Nostromo, looking for you to nest in your chest.
My heart performed acrobatics like a possesed Bruce Lee
when the lights turned on and I found you there.
Time went by. The Excélsior was shut down
and in its place they've opened a grocery store I already told you about.
You won't find it in the entertainment guide,
the Albufera3 doesn't get illuminated by its neon lights.
When I go to see a movie still
I look for for her sad look shining in the box office.
But the glass only gives me back
the image of that child determined not to grow up.
And when on screen the Millenium Falcon roared coming to the rescue,
I keep being Han Solo and she Princess Leia in my arms.
Who kidnapped you?
Who stole my centered tickets and in my dreams
to see your body burn?
Continous showing far from you. I'm still your eighth passenger,
going for a walk in the Nostromo. Looking for you to nest in your chest.
When the lights turn on, like old Woody Allen,
I remain alone and feeling sick since I keep looking for you as I used to.
And when on screen the Millenium Falcon roared coming to the rescue,
I keep being Han Solo and she Princess Leia in my arms.
Companions of my getaway are
poor witch Avería4,
Naranjito5, E.T. and Fantomas,
my refusal to grow up.
Continous showing far from you. I'm your street dog
patrolling the neighborhood, looking for you to nest in your chest.
I've been trapped by the dark side.
Today I will come back to your future
to look for you in my dreams,
to see your body burn.