The best 100 Phrases of ENRIQUE BUNBURY

And let’s leave the kisses for the lovers.

Don’t let everyday life interrupt my thoughts.

The great theater of the world must continue.

Cherry time never comes in November.

My memory hinders me, my senses distract me and make mistakes.

The truth is that it is a very sought-after closet with little light.

Mermaid returns to the sea, stranded by reality.

This live a while to die longer.

Maybe they were just naked words, but from the heart.

A good verse may be the brave side of a coward.

It’s not that he doesn’t know how to lose, it’s that he doesn’t give in easily.

And let dreams take over desire.

Everything is horrible, or terribly beautiful.

Blinded by my forgotten destiny.

Fame is the opium of the winner.

Against eternity, the beauty of the moment.

You will be my unforgettable love between the two of us, oblivion will never come.

Anyone can write and say what they think, without thinking.

What is the point at which the incredible and the accurate coincide?

Let a precious moment end and vulgarity happen.

A saying or a learned lie.

You can’t remember that you shouldn’t forget.

Pleasure is an abyss, orgasm a relief.

Vertigo is the perfection of beauty.

No other heaven on earth crossed the face of yes and no.

Man is an unfortunate, a defective animal.

You don’t talk to ignorant people.

Those heels of contempt, walking as if they stopped the world on the trapeze: on one side hell, on the other heaven.

There is no prayer capable of deciding for me.

I am a wanderer, always passing through, from here to there, from all over the world. I have no owner, I am not your slave, a little yours, and everyone’s

And if yesterday I said white and tomorrow in one jump I switched to black, don’t think it’s strange, I’m still looking for where I stay.

A retreat in time is always a defeat.

He loved her more than his life, and he lost her forever. That’s why she carries a wound, that’s why she seeks death.

Pathetic and poetic thinking, at this point at night is normal, in a quadruped and palmiped animal, with a vocational mammalian instinct.

Today you feel different, because you are different.

One word that is stronger than another does not give me even an ounce of truth.

It is not good for a man to fight alone, being so crazy, being so sober.

And if you remember your dream, tell me, am I in it?

The course of your dreams coincides with my nightmares.

It’s not that I distrust, it’s that I don’t trust.

He who hits first hits better. Get up before I count to ten, count to ten.

I never could stand being an invaded soul, until I saw in front of me who I would die for.

Neither country nor flag, nor race nor condition, nor limits nor borders, I am a foreigner.

You could take winter with your luggage and also my radar, so I won’t find you.

I will never again make the mistake of losing my mind over a promise or worse.

Sincerity, enemy of the winner.

Dancing with the enemy, and if on the brink of the abyss, the better.

Babel forgot that man is man’s wolf that is going to devour him.

Don’t pay too much attention, the truth is a rare commodity and the lie is a beautiful creation.

I would fertilize you with a simple thought of love.

Loving you in a way that is no longer in style, without a drop of decency.

That voice that comes out of him is a hangover of whispers.

When in the morning I’m gone. You won’t have a single memory of mine, only a hole in the pillow where you can put your oblivion.

I have always preferred a long kiss, even if I know it is lying, even if I know it is false.

And let the truth be what we imagine. There are flashes of magic between the kisses of betrayal.

The fire that was sometimes his own, the ash always foreign.

And in your absence the walls will be painted with sadness, and I will cage my heart between your bones.

I don’t know anyone who lies like you, with as much discipline, precision and sincerity.

Here I continue to live well without me. Here I just want to be with you.

Give me back the love you took from me, or give it to the undersigned, it doesn’t matter to me.

Because whoever found love, didn’t look for it that much.

Dream away from sadness, dream away from pain, as if it had not happened and your heart was still intact.

You will be my unforgettable love between the two of us, oblivion will never come.

Will you want to rectify the lines of my hands?

I never remember you, because I never forget you.

I am the Ace of Hearts, and the Ace of Cups when emotions turn against me and sentimental incoherence leaves me fatal in front of you.

I have never trusted very thin lips, I flee from them like a fugitive.

I think I should go back to “I love you”, even if these words don’t say what they are supposed to say.

My eyes, my hands listen to you; your mouth is my voice.

The kiss that he demands and that he will never return.

And deceive me a little at least, say that you love me even more.

There is no return to consciousness after the madness of tempestuous love.

I sing because I get tired of crowded places, of boring schemes to achieve security.

I had to get lost to get to your side. And be crazy for alone, or just for crazy.

I know that I prefer to avoid problems rather than trying to solve them, I prefer to keep them secrets and let them fade away on their own.

This is a journey through Asia, Crossing the Himalayas, between India and Nepal. Passing through Kathmandu, the lakes of Pokhara, in search of our Lotus Flower.

The objectivity of a liar, a liar, stubborn and without kindness mutters boring phrases, in the end they always speak badly of me.

This pale sadness of desire, of slavery and of chains.

How difficult it is to be able to put a little light in your veins every day.

I never despised a lost cause, I will never deny that they are my favorites.

I haven’t seen you in a while. Have we changed? maybe worse?

Those above always sit on those below.

I’m still the same, I’m still the same, maybe worse off.

When you give up your dreams, you will know that you have died and the worms are always hungry.

I will fight against everyone who says the same as me and does not contradict me.

Each one is simply dedicated to saving his own skin, spending his life on trips and celebrations, making plans, paying attention to meaningless talks.

And in the end for a man of the world it is very exotic to return home.

He who knows does not speak, he who speaks does not know.

It is always the same performance, the same spectator, the same theater in which he performed so many times.

The triumph of confusion, a bottle of liquor, the only truly faithful and reasonable friend.

My thoughts paralyze my will. You ask of me the impossible, and I grant it to you. Back I beg you like this, you answer that I forget.

If everything that is born perishes in the same way, a moment passes and does not happen again.

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