Walk

Bookworm, head of the class
And me trying not to be shy in the back
The back of your head is nice
I liked the view I got
I was always worried about money then
I remember when you asked me if we could walk instead of bike
I agreed and you bought me toast
Oh, how quickly we became friends
I miss Eduardo Dato
A crowded classroom on a narrow street
Windows open to escape the heat
A new view in the Palacio, facing seats
I liked when you sat next to me
If I ever walk those streets again I will cry
Hopefully with you by my side
Yo echo de menos mi bici y mi vida
I hope they miss me too