Aria Del Salón Blanco

Mr. Jorge Garrido
Government scribe
Under the bust of the Homeland
He saw more than one winter pass
He saw more than one go to hell

The philosopher scribe
Thinks that oaths
Like autumn leaves
Are always carried away by the wind
Or maybe by a regiment

Bombs and communiques
Never alter his expression
He records in history
The doomed and the deposed
And the one they put in place

He stands firm in his position
Facing crossed-out pages
And deep down in his soul
He thinks we are nothing
That one sinks and another swims

Mr. Jorge Garrido
Is not scared of cannons
He notes, signs, and crosses out
But no one deposes him
Our congratulations