Piropo

The whitest thing there is
is the first time I saw snow
The blackest thing there is
is a hearse when it rains

If I wanted to tell you the most beautiful thing I evoke
I would use your name if you don't mind the compliment

Black and white my guitar
white and black the city
from the blacks comes the candombe
from the whites comes the waltz
The night belongs to your waist
the light to your heart
without losing hope
I dedicate this song to you

The farthest thing there is
is the bottom of the sea
the closest thing there is
is the bakery
and in between here I am... remembering

Your gaze is close
your heart is far
Without losing hope
I dedicate this song to you