CANDOMBE:::

Entre una lluvia de estrellas viena el amor.
Trae abiertas las alas y el corazón, bom bom.
Treapado por los techos repiqueteo.
Calzado de alpargatas alguien lo vio por ahi...

Dicen que, que cuando llegue,
le van a dar, le van dar.
Dicen que, que cuando llegue,
le van a dar, le van dar.

Entre una lluvia de estrellas viena el amor.
Trae abiertas las alas y el corazón, bom bom.
Treapado por los techos repiqueteo.
Calzado de alpargatas alguien lo vio por ahi...

Dicen que, que cuando llegue,
le van a dar, le van dar.
Dicen que, que cuando llegue,
le van a dar, le van dar.
Mucho palo pa' que aprenda.
Mucho palo pa' que aprenda,
a no volar, a no volar...


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:::::::HERMOSO, SINCERA Y ELEMENTALMENTE HERMOSO:::::::

GrAx A: ElLa Y a ElLa

GRITA!
Vamos

GritA!

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GRITA PARA SER QUIEN SOS... GRITA AL VIENTO QUE TE ESCUCHA... SONRIE AL DIA DE LA LLUVIA TEMPRANA Y EL VIAJE TRUNCO...
GRITA MI NIÑA, GRITA QUE lEJOS, MIS OIDOS TE AMARAN OTRA VEZ HASTA MAñANA...

UnA PeQuEñA mUeStRa...

"...Era joven, y esa juventud pasaba sobre mí con la fuerza de un huracán contenido en una botella. Una botella hecha con los restos de la ventana de mi cuarto, cuando un día desperté con la certeza de que todo aquello era falso y que aquel vidrio me separaba de mi vida..."


Fragmento de algo que puede ser...