Donde Estara
Servando Y Florentino
Where Will She Be
Where is the rose she always kept inside her book,
Where are the letters she always wrote to her mailbox of dreams
Where are the verses and the long nights of philosophy,
And where is the silence resembling music when she slept
Where is the message with lipstick written on the mirror
Where is the square, the bench, and the mailman who lost his job,
And my memory went away, the muses went away, my guitar went away
All my joy went in her suitcase, she left and I loved her
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Where will she be, in what refuge, it doesn't make sense
To love her to the sky
Where will she be, in which corner of this puppet city,
The house has turned gray like ashes, gray like my life
My shadow is amazed...without her
Where is that skinny and transparent river where I convinced her
Where are the lights that dazzled me, where is Paris
And my memory went away, the muses went away, my guitar went away,
All my joy went in her suitcase, she left and I loved her
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