is one of those songs by Silvio Rodriguez, whose melody I have it stored in memory, so much so that not tarareba. A beautiful song. The most profound moment of creation of the troubadour. I think the moon is high and the touch needed to travel to moisture. Notable space of poetry and harmony a fantastic creation of Silvio origin, created in 76 and today remains in effect, universal.
That he lived, you're going
(Silvio Rodríguez)
I waited a few hours
if your dream is fled. Sleeping
the candle
your time is entered in my time
and, finally, the guitar solo
tour with you in the center.
I think the moon is high
and lack the caress
a trip to moisture. I think
at night I wake
cold, bare,
little obscure.
I think the rain is falling
and I'm not smiling
leaving wet.
I think I will lose sleep
a finger here, a lip there
I lost you, that you are no longer
lived longer, you're going.
I waited a few hours,
pupil candle,
in case I did not care.
Your time is put in my time,
moments and moments
not want to spend.
And here
guitar again cast off,
sings and moans when flying.
