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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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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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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