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Those evenings with the radio on the boulevard

those days with Marindia in the sun

I have a handful of memories of sand

among the fingers with the sand you go

The evenings with violets and roses

the lemon trees wandering through the shed

I'm watering the time with your memories

among the fingers with the water you go

In a mirror with old faces

there was a place for your complaints

On a notebook of black covers

there was an air of dead things

In a mirror with old stains

there was a place for your complaints

On a notebook of black covers

there was an air of dead things

• Artist:Fernando Cabrera
• Album:Mateo y Cabrera (1987)