27.10.2021
Obsession
What does your look say?What strange thing do your eyes have?
When I look at your photos
A rare obsession stops me
My God, you who are the creator
Of all the most beautiful things
In the world
Why don't you listen to my requests?
You made doctors for all ills
But why didn't you create one
Who can heal a love sickness?
I would like the earth to spin backwards
To make me small and be born again
And not have to miss you again
Nor to look at you in your photographs
Nor to carry you melted in my chest
Like if you were part of me
Barranquilla, city of singers
Of vallenatos1and accordions
She adorns your streets, tell her
That I wish her to be happy
That it's the last song that I compose
That I don't think I'll fall in love again
But tell me, how did you manage, black one
To forget about me?
People criticize me
Because now I'm no longer a party animal
For your departure, black one
I feel colder, I die in silence
Take good care of my children
Because you know that I love them
Lord, give me strength
To continue with this song
I remember your birthday the October month
I swear that I try and I've been not able to
Look for the remedy to forget it
I would like the earth to spin backwards
To make me small and be born again
And not have to miss you again
Nor to look at you in your photographs
Nor to carry you melted in my chest
Like if you were part of me
Barranquilla, city of singers
Of vallenatos and accordions
She adorns your streets, tell her
That I wish her to be happy
That it's the last song that I compose
That I don't think I'll fall in love again
But tell me, how did you manage, black one
To forget about me?
- 1. musical genre and dance