Laa Finita

Up there, she stands,
beatifull, silent, proud,
jungled mountains dance around her,
as constelations pass by.
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* Jacarandá: typical tree in Buenos Aires, which flowers are mauve.


Spread all over the city,
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Bs. As., March 12th,2009.

For Mariano Moruja
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for Clara, my daughter, my heart, my song


She didn't invite me,
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One certain truth I feel,
heavily, stony firm:
everything that now is,
uncertain future has.
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for my mother


As she asked on and on,
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When you ask, I answer,
I follow when you lead,
though I ask, you stay quiet,
Are you, a game, playing with me?
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Summer's approaching,
and I can hear his call,
his salty, deep blue voice:
'Will you come after all? '
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No words are spoken,
little, in fact, is explained,
still you read my heart,
by heart, no doubts, damn well.
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It was the day, much expected,
I'd agreeded to meet her,
my little woman, and still, for me,
my little child, my love, the greatest.
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Dedicated to my, once, fellow singers. I was lucky to know them, for which I'll always be gratefull.


Tears, joy, euphoria, rest.
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She said very little,
I guessed very much.
'What's that? ' she asked.
Behind my dark glasses I smiled.
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a little street from El Cuzco, Peru.


High walls have sunshine,
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I can not write today.
Rejection's a deep wound.
His embrace, lasted all night,
tenderness, no sex, that's was all.
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I did not expect it,
I didn't even hope for it,
but it happened:
my sweet daughter came to me,
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The little terrace, the only glow,
city's lights sparkle, Wind begins
his song, as we make
the first steps of our unique dance,
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This is a much more sincere version, of 'Mind, Heart and Answer', from August,22th.
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Miramar, enero 2006

El mar tiene, hoy, un dìa de cien azules.
Zafiro, aguamarina, turquesa,
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Hearing through silence,
no music is there,
maybe I'm sleepwalking,
anyway, who cares?
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Not yet dark enough, is the sky.
Tha Moon, what a 'diva' she is.
She's a red fire, for now,
she spyies naughty, saprkly,
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