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Bag, agenda and walkman,
Coat and map of Madrid.
Folded, the Great Diploma,
And in the pockets
Mom's glitter melted...< br/>-It's late, hurry up!
-Keep me posted by E-Mail.
-Will they renew your visa?
-Copy the accent or they will know that you are alone...
A heart from another place,
A small cloud on the high seas.
A tree without roots now.
A greeting on a postcard.
When the feet refuse
From the ground that saw them crawl,
They forget everything and fly:
They search so far away
What, at last, is in the mirror.
Bag anguish and cap,
A child and another to come.
The ship appears in the port.
Do you know the story?
Or do you have no memory?
A heart from another place,
A small cloud on the high seas,
A tree without roots anymore,< br/>A greeting on a postcard.
Two lines on a postcard...
Lyrics and music: Andrés Mazzitelli
- Album:
- Non-Album Releases