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David Bustamante
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The Magic of the Heart
They say that every day's dream,
hides roses full of thorns,
scratches your soul and gives you life,
it passes by, it tiptoes,
and in every corner another sun lights up,
and the distance becomes shorter between the two...< br/>Feel the magic of the heart,
each beat will be a color,
may it paint the sky of your fantasies,
may it erase the gray of your melancholy,
if you wear inside the magic of the heart...
Worn books, old shoes,
and those kisses that are eternal,
people with nothing, lucky people,
if I am with you it never dawns ,
damn watch, blessed passion that is naked between the skin...
Feel the magic of the heart,
each beat will be a color,
may it paint the sky of yours fantasies,
may it erase the gray of your melancholy,
if you carry within you the magic of the heart...
Destinies that cross abysses,
hanging on a thread that moves some God. ..
silences become desires,
that change the course of each illusion...
where the wind stops,
the echo of your kisses is born...< br/>Feel the magic of the heart,
each beat will be a color,
may it paint the sky of your fantasies,
may it erase the gray of your melancholy,
if you wear inside the magic of the heart...